Just have a taste of this dimension
And lick the throb of an innate gene
How to reproduce the screams of nature?
How to reach the origin of sin?

Send forth your intent of a new creation

The construction of lines just in front of my eyes
Describes a womb created by the ultimate hand
And the change of sound into a liquid state
Shows the deafening trance that is nailed to every life

Reproduce the gamuts of light
And harm the curl of perseverance
Impeach the quietness of sand since primal time

Hatch the empiric zygote that twists on my hands

Built is the mesh for new colors and signs
May the widespread impress shine for us
Now, re-act.