it s all this reeking ego craves the sun to never set why do threads of anger never linger why does the ember turn to stone to where the longing goes in with the sins of old a face of nothing to never see as blind as free everything i want is in at the end of this everything i need will be at the end of me my negation how will you know my name and sense the danger coming my negation how can you see my face what s to become of me the art of reduction stripped down through what seems defendable scaled to bare revisions to stop making sense leveling pillars of towering fear rational instincts and insight to spare end of falseness end of grace everything i fear is in this failing nothing of what i am is in this end my negation how will you know my name and sense the danger coming my negation how can you see my face what s to become of me how will you know my name 