Violent hearts control us, manipulating the route at each turn, changing the structure of the predefined vision only consequent of the ever desired elliptical pattern. Encircling, maneuvering, designing conclusion safe within discipline and the lasting fray of projected realities; massing and shattering each piece a bullet from the lens built upon an elaborate dream crusading along the path we have abraded.
Oxidizing, visualizing, we push to raise the pressure—striking the hammer to the bone— devoting all measure to the steady vibration and eventual static explosion each project will undergo. Result is hiding within the theme [silently feeding, effortlessly breathing].
Souls may go black before they bleed. We strive for release, unbound within the growing ideological belief clearly defined only by the biting of time. We are uncensored and visually modulated revolving within our own carnal epiphanies.