google translator VS Maynard Keenan (dalla Syria con Amore)

 

I walk on the taut blade above the borders of the void I don't worry about the abyss that understands me, infinite under the little astonished gaze of the only actor in an averted tragedy almost by mistake, a desire equal to zero, but an endless desire to look at another step subtle dance in gangrene, seductive seduces me like the spider its prey like a baby and his mother I leap and I am free, with crow's wings pointing to the gray sky I still ignore the deceptive glow of the stars and now I see: there is me and only the Silence watching me breathe.