Mausoleum Of The Almost

To go beyond is wrong, as to fall short
Greetings and salutations

Eyes so bright, in vain, searching for some rest, blind as mine
Separate your substance, you'll rule the distance
Divided, you will own the swaying

Shining from the abyss I am the star, I'm trembling
Sun rays will converge, I'm the center
Tell me: how can I strive to be the disciple?
I starve so, to become one with the sun.

This painless sacrifice is not the end
Burdens left behind, weightless flight