Untethered Video (MV)

In the temple of the lusting
Bent figures rearrange and beg
Fed but never sated
Like cancer in baskets deep

And here you are
Envious and cold
Tetherless
You've drifted down

And once you've awakened
You'll find that not a thing has changed
You've crossed a door with no frame
Into a realm no different than that from which you exhiled yourself

A cold numbness beginning at the base of your skull will spread across your skin
And once at your fingertips digs deep into your flesh and beneath your bones

Death will never again frighten you
But life neither will excite
Where a vivid painting once stood
There sulks a grayscale polaroid

Your senses and feelings may be altered
And your ego become dust
But the spirit does not ever change
And so it's vices live on