Текст песни SURVIVORIA - Geometric Intimacy

He manifests,
A liminal shade.
No warmth invests
The shape he's made.
His cryptic stare,
A frozen pane.
No solace there,
Just frigid rain.
His movements slow,
Precise and weird.
Where currents flow,
All warmth is steered...
Away from life,
From pulse, from heat.
A surgeon's knife,
Austere, complete.

Then flesh connects,
A theorem cold.
My mind detects
What shouldn't unfold.
His touch, a line,
A vector drawn
Across the spine,
Till reason's gone.
No passion's fire,
No lustful need.
Just cold desire,
A fractal seed.
This carnal act,
A paradigm
Of angles stacked,
Transcending time.

Unfurling form, inhuman grace.
Ignoring norm of time and space.
My skin, a chart, a parchment thin,
Where structures start to seep within.
This isn't want, it isn't greed.
A geometric font plants its dark creed.
A vulgar map of points and lines,
Where realities snap and light resigns.

The walls contort...
Non-Euclidean dread...
My thoughts abort...
The words unsaid...
Sharp spirals twist
Where corners meet...
A tenebrous tryst,
Incomplete...
Dimensions bleed...
The bad design...
A chilling creed,
No longer mine...
Synaptic breach...
His touch unlocks
What teachers teach
Are paradox...

This intimacy...
A cold abyss...
He breaks in me...
With geometries... like this...
No love, no sin...
Just angles stark...
He pulls me in...
Into the dark...

Lines... infinite... cold...
The... shape... unfolds...
The door... it clicks...
No... no more... geometric tricks... no...