Letras: Anorexia Nervosa. Exile. Sequence 3 - Flesh Goes Out Without Grace.

Yantric symptoms & collusion of the body with the need ... play of a spirit ready to leave... Ebola-Monkey visited me ... I had to kneel, to implore its grace / " Nothing more is to hope" & " Won't be there tomorrow" / The spirit of the valley doesn't die, there resides the universe root subtle ans steady, it seems to last / Its fuctions never runs out ... " Holding a whisk... wanted to strike me ... Be-seeching him to make it hard ... But no mass anymore to implore him / The shady silence ... Abandonned me angels appeared to me " ." Are you holding the immortality mask ?" ... I cried fot the closed failure of the day / Twice etheric, I went out into the park to find the birds, I didn't learn anything from them. I was alone, dedicated to a certain death. Ebola-Monkey in the original night. I was alone, dedicated to a certain death. Ebola-Monkey in the original night . Ain-soph... is calling for me ... This state before birth & deprived of oneself / reinstatement ... Unceasing mental flood & regain calmness ... Concealed exhaustion / Foetal position ... The room is talking to me ... Mustn't answer & the whole life will dir out this evening ... Embryonic dusk & reddening landscape... Cawing the marsh / The civilisation is regressing & disapearing in my soul. Body abstraction... "At the end of the times we will be all spirits, the matter will first resolve itself & then will be dashed ... Only the spirits will remain in the liquefying space " / Coniform space-time ...