Laugh to share some nice moments
think an illusion that could not be
lose the grip between the abyss
and the ground, float in space
think an illusion that could not be
lose the grip between the abyss
and the ground, float in space
Moon showing the words that describe my destiny
then a wind bloom them away to hide them
on the top of some trees so high, yet not in sky
so silence fulfils my ears with emptiness
Watching the seconds passing so slow
and days running so fast
and I in the middle of things I don't know yet
and you, between fog, dust and a shadow of your own self
It's nice, then is cold
beautiful and freezing
kind and grey
so grey
Delusion, after flying
dying after an endless fall
tear up, cut off, slide out
slay, rip off, bury deep
Cry, the last reason not to sleep
dream, the first one to sleep awake
disaster, what comes with the storm
an endless pain, forever from the eyes
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