have you ever ruminated about over-imposed vanity
trying to keep the ground from floating into obscurity
any attempt to summarize manifold complexities
will find itself in a position where truth is just a mere property
this room shall blend all the sounds of ideals
coming from distinct opinions and theories
unity is chaos and pandemonium on a set of wheels
walls will administer contrasting sources without partiality
set your attack - set your decay
i want to believe there is assurance beyond all reasons
maneuvers that eliminate contradictory matters of distinctions
twisting perilously until all sounds start to dissolve and fade
this selfishness will shatter as space inside began to agitate
