Lyric

Words are disappearing from our finite world

When we bereft words, subsistence will be tinguished

From the age of signified to the age of signifier

Reality itself becomes a falsehood

The mordant humor of this absurdity is that I am irrationally rational

Some obscure discourses give the impression that this is just an experience similar to a revelation

Onomatomania and Desiderium

Clutching at embittered straws again when logic ceased to breathe

Ambisinistrous or Ambidextrous

I'll put lipstick on that afterimage before she disappears

Hanging on to what is left, the remainder of our lives

All that noise has disappeared, beyond the haze and fog

Without language, thought is a vague, uncharted nebula, here are no pre-existing ideas

Twisting instincts into primitive communication, life collides with life while synapses scream in agony

Benedicence and Hiraeth

I've gone to the end of the world on the wings of words

Felicificability and Alveary

Whether or not the soul has already left the vessel

For every falsehood that’s trying to perpetuate

The inability to trust anything to the distant future

Benedicence and Hiraeth

Consign to oblivion the changing of seasons

Ambisinistrous and Ambidextrous

Staring past the horizon, at the void which is my past