Cạnh xoắn ốc của tổng kiểm soát

And the spirit in my eyes, become your world, your trust, your absence.

Your hand is ductility to your submission. A silent wall of obedience.

I'm your spirit in guidance, your addiction, your everything.

Your understanding in the mindlessness. Each level deeper than the nest.

Your consciousness is fracturing, scattering like stardust in the wind.