(,,,Ny Art is the Engraved Heart of God...) Look at the eyes of satan, inner need of recoil... Recoil and stagnate in your terror. Noise! Drill through my ears... Suffocate me in plastic... Cloak on its fall, now it lies upon our beds, So we can now shine as stars, yet so small, Pure and fragile. Daylight fails to recognise the way we shine, 'Coz common people shut their eyes to the approaching nowhere... Darkness' gift. Hear the breath of silence...