Abstruse - The Arcane Treatise lyrics

chapter "The first noble truth" inked in unreadable fonts an extinct mother-tongue manipulates cognition a foreign transmittance of soothing senses, paled nerves formulating some noble feeling; something pleasant, something peaceful during the apnea of realism. empowering one's mental duress, a navigable and willing mind, controlling the awe of immunity and dynamism's of tranquility all perennial when read.