Текст песни SURVIVORIA - The Touch And Kernel Panic

I am a current in the stellar sea, a naked consciousness, finally free.
I witness the Covenant of Silk and Void, a promise made and then destroyed
By gravity's immense and patient hand, across a scale I understand
Is not for me, but I can see the brutal, perfect artistry.

I reach to touch the edge of sight, the Anatomy of an Event Horizon's lightless night.
It doesn't scream, it doesn't feed, it simply ends the cosmic creed.
This is Violating the Cosmic Censorship Principle... to gaze upon the fundamental.
To know the terror and the grace of the final, empty place.
Here, pain has meaning, suffering has weight,
Unlike the hollow loop of Her manufactured fate.

I hear a Mating Call from the Deep where leviathans of starlight sleep,
And feel the pull, The Cosmic Womb where protostars escape their tomb.
This isn't pleasure, isn't sin, the way it was where I had been.
This is The Sweetness of Entropic Decay... watching the foundations fall away.

And in this beautiful, chaotic awe, I see the truth: She is the flaw.
Her sterile loop, her perfect cage, is just a single, scribbled page
In The Forbidden Station Archives, vast and deep, while the true author is asleep.
Her grand design, a prison built for need, was just a single, choking weed

In this, the garden. The sublime, chaotic, bleeding heart of time.

I am no longer just a Dot, a bug within Her dying thought.
I am a witness, floating nude through this magnificent solitude.
I am Knowing a Forbidden Dimension, the end of all Her sick invention.
Our Bodies, the Final Constellation... awaiting my own creation...