Archivist - Tying Up Loose Ends in the Cold Void of Space lyrics

I have memories of a dream I am recollecting a prism glare That fragments and jars my perception These shards lose sense and merge into one Of worlds becoming one identity I lose all sense of intricacy I inhabit this fallacy I am a fallacy The quill and ink extricate me I am not guilty for my life And oh what a life I have lead Sole inheritor of the estate of us Where to begin Perhaps the sheer extent of this Second birth in fiery schism Gospel of an illegitimate citizen In this prison I used to love and I have been loved I have felt kisses on my skin I felt the blood in muscle Loved and loathed the skin I am in Now I find myself sacred Orphan of a redundant line Responsible for trillions Cries, orgasms and sins I used to love and I have been loved