Lyrics Tying up Loose Ends in the Cold Void of Space - Archivist

Tying up Loose Ends in the Cold Void of Space

I have memories of a dream
I am recollecting a prism glare
That fragments and jars my perception
These shards lose sense and merge into one
Of worlds becoming one identity
I lose all sense of intricacy
I inhabit this fallacy
I am a fallacy
The quill and ink extricate me
I am not guilty for my life
And oh what a life I have lead
Sole inheritor of the estate of us
Where to begin
Perhaps the sheer extent of this
Second birth in fiery schism
Gospel of an illegitimate citizen
In this prison
I used to love and I have been loved
I have felt kisses on my skin
I felt the blood in muscle
Loved and loathed the skin I am in
Now I find myself sacred
Orphan of a redundant line
Responsible for trillions
Cries, orgasms and sins
I used to love and I have been loved