Part 3

The consciousness is opening vaster than one would compell 
Tale composition reads the lines through this fastened cell 
Swollen eyes constructs that I'm the structure of this appearance
Run through the fields like frightened boars
Rapid heart rate 
Hunting through this rush

Blind memories stuttering along until there's nothing left 
Birth developes waking death without resonance 
Warm white teeth out grinning through the beast's carcass 
Ogre wandering 
Driven upon the slave 
Hunting through this rush 
Guide me way
My heart wont guide me away 
Blaming Everything 
But this wont break me away 
Take me out
Run through like frightened boars 
Rapid Heart Rate 
Hunt through this Rush
Guide me way
My heart wont guide me away 
Blaming Everything 
But this wont break me away 
Take me out