Oviri by Jute Gyte Lyrics

The hours that assail all things
Beneath a greater shadow’s wings
The body that performs the I
The body that curls in and dies
Ouroboros-circled abyss
Opposing mirrors of consciousness
Dust is our food, clay is our meat
Mise en abyme, mise en abyme
Beyond the sickness of the soul
Beyond the sickness of the will
Beyond the sickness of the self
Beyond the sickness of beyond
Every second is a cage
Every action is a cage
Every reason is a cage
Circulus vitiosus deus