3 Pieces of Mosaic (Lunarsea)

To believe is to lie, it seems impossible to tell. to live is to win, square pieces nailed on skin that fell... skin that fell down phosphorescent mosaic points to you, poor you softly touching slots, indecipherable mounting figure son of dedition I was waiting for the right combination I was crumbling by static boredom to materialize the events, feat coincides with victory until the piece will be one, until the piece will be one one piece on total mosaic, they're not missing, no more, 2 blocks of stellar mosaic and the hard work will be ended mystic oblivion spins away, human is tired to complain, see the loneliness dig her own grave, her own grave... the form vibrates, the roll extends, irregular lines and arid clues deserve to be humiliated the esoteric so pagan, the snake and the owl, the two separated conceptions of forfeiture, after years of severe ordeal and this will be done what appears before my way? what's appearing there? what's the meaning of this glow that slowly overwhelms me the hard work will be done one piece on total mosaic, they're not missing, no more, 2 blocks of stellar mosaic and the hard work will be ended mystic oblivion spins away, human is tired to complain, see the loneliness dig her own grave, her own grave...