Grinding Axiom Forever

The paradox metropolis
Full of people, full of lies

Il grind that axiom for a long fucking time
Relentlessly challenging your will from the minute you emerge
Lies, undeniable, true fucking lies
Unravel them all until all that remains is the crown of truth grinded and placed on my skull

Their vacuum draws in the weak
Forever searching for the truth, infallible fucking truth
Forever, yet never I permit myself the strength to fight

Terra, the earth, my blood and life
My part of the puzzle unravels before our very ears and eyes
Lies, undeniable, true fucking lies
Unravel them all until all that remains is the crown of truth grinded and placed on my skull

So grind

What is real?
Nothing, yet everything
What do I follow?
Nothing I lead
Where should I go?
Nowhere and everywhere
What should I do?
Grind the axiom
Do I pray for answers?
No vacuum for the weak here
Will it be a hard path?
The hardest of them all
Do I map the great city?
Every fucking street, yeah
Where will my honour lie?
In death and only there
In death

Facts and spirit collide in the core, shattering all conception
Our time slips from our bodies, like sand through fingers
Clench the fist and what remains will allow you to

Grind them down, shake the ground
Pound them round, drown them all in truth

Il grind that axiom for a long fucking time
Relentlessly challenging your will from the minute you emerge
Lies, undeniable, true fucking lies
Unravel them all until all that remains is the crown of truth grinded and placed on my skull