Erasing Gods' Towers

How many of you have already tried
 To extricate the invisible tangles
 That wraps the paradox
 Of existence?
 A perfect equilibrio
 Driven by itself
 A calamity of chaos
 Acting in perfect harmony
 We walk over this unnerving area
 Carrying our broken hearts
 Across the rifts of this prismatic soil
 Monoliths, platforms and ginormous rocks
 Shades our lonely souls
 And a colossal cascade
 Pervades the atmosphere
 With its dull sound
 Pervades the atmosphere
 With its dull sound
 Man created the gods
 And they raised their towers; So high
 To fracture the veil between dimensions
 Swallowed by this
 Dreadful vortex
 We slip beyond
 Space and time
 Liquefying our
 Hands together
 Into the absolute
 Deaf to cosmos
 Blind at creation
 No veil will ever dismantle
 Our essence
 No god will ever dismember
 Our spirits
 Soaked of consciousness
 We abort the illusion
 Who made our wounds
 So deep?
 Who covered our
 Souls of flesh? Will this
 Ouroboric cycle ever
 Break-up?
 Who made our wounds
 So deep?
 Who covered our
 Souls of flesh?