The Faithful Image

[Verse]
I exist in worlds I cannot touch
The maps of which grow without constraints
I exist in vapid painful spurts
Of modes and signs that contradict this essence that I claim

[Chorus]
Invert the forms, nothing's changed
Contradictions, new constraints
This spectrum bleeds to vast arrays
Contradictions, new constraints
New constraints

[Verse 2]
I exist in worlds I cannot touch
The maps of which grow without constraints
I exist in vapid painful spurts
Of signs and modes that contradict this essence that I claim

[Chorus]
Invert the forms, nothing's changed
Contradictions, new constraints
This spectrum bleeds to vast arrays
Contradictions, new constraints
New constraints

[Outro]
New constraints
New constraints
New constraints
Constraints
New constraints
New constraints