Ultimates are everything, they define gravity;
Clockwork nature menstruates its aeons,
Subaqueate desert pastures,
On the ocean bed
Blind hunters track their prey.Oh ashen statue,
Under your walnut skin
Synthetic parasites tap the blood.
Spectacles are useless, they distort vision –
I am a cyborg, I have no time for visions,
Electrodes dance in my brain.
A bloodbath lies on my right –
On my left and above my consent,
A dark singularity
Inhuman as Satan spits out my bones.