Evisceration Testo

It's getting closer, I can feel it, it's ending.
It's getting closer, I can feel it, it's bending.
Bury me down beneath the ground,
To avoid the rushing water.
To avoid the rushing water running over our heads.
Martyrdom peacefully encroaching,
Teasing me like the sine waves,
Of the laws of the physics,
Indeniably engraved.
Indeniably
Rushing over our heads is,
The feeling of inevitable,
Crushing emotion depressing,
The highest of the spirits.
The highest of
So fly.
Fly, spread your wings and escape.