Clayhouse Architect

Hmm. The threshold is crossed. The barriers fall. Two, freedom of mind. Responding the call. Three, instantly moving Through space and through time. Four, reading the matrix. A power sublime. Five, no longer trapped in a house made of Clay. Six, the architect wakes and is leading the way. Seven, you are the source that created the stars. Eight, healing the spirit and breaking the bars. Nine, the almighty mind in a human disguise. Ten, seeing the truth as the illusions die. Die, die, die, die, Die. Eleven, the ocean of energy flows in your Veins. The absolute finds itself breaking the Chains.