Took down the posters,
Left letters for you all.
Inside this time-capsule,
There was something going on.
It's disharmonic,
Diabolic,
It's inevitable.

And the eleison,
The eleison is coming for you.
When I was walking,
Saw illusions cracking up.
And at that moment,
I knew that I was stuck.

There's death and thunder all around,
With chaos lurking from every corner,
Birds of terror fliying and all that shit.
But after chaos the meaning will arise.
‘cause after chaos the meaning will be known.