Vectors - Aversions Crown

Feel the shimmers, the embers of destruction Push the change and

we open the gate quietly

Ripening infatuations never elevate your 'right' reality Your final cue Your

compelling torments are plain Six feet from the rest herding the pests

This is a nest of preference reality Earth shapen When the

nightmare is almost complete Six feet from the rest herding the pests

This is a nest of preference reality Common sense, you have nothing to give

away Asking you about the former species

The deserters from the other realm Shady strings of manipulators Consolations

for the ultimate collapse