Subjective Architecture

Nothing but chaos. Infinite darkness, empty space...
No escape from this vortex.
Then one soul, falling into reality: Another faked dimension,
another trap for sensations...

There is nothing that you won't see...
Now, you know your destiny: you must transcend all that you see,
for your spirits salvation, close our eyes, feel the sounds...

Gather it all into one will.
Flesh and soul mixed and burnt to dust