Distortion Lyrics

Death creeps upwards the walls
of your inner imagination
Dreaming of suffering
but never found any solution to this existence
Within solitude and wisdom
you can find what lies in your self
but the weeknes of their crippled intellect and spirit
causes that the inner magnificent horizen
will never open
Death creeps upwards the walls
of your inner imagination
Nothing but foolishness and distortion
of the natural cause

So hard to find the reason and sense
but it's irrelevant in the coherent universe
I restricted thoughts of all lies no answer
bit is this deep search essential?
The Distortion of the natural cause
thwarts an elemental knowledge
resting upon natural spirit and flesh
but I don't know if it ever eristed,
still erists or will be eristing...