A gentle desire to pull back the curtain
Is there emptiness still lies here?
Only white shadows decide what exists
Until you look into the abyss wall
Empty flavour, every trice
Lead and suffer, abide by the thorns
You chose this wreath entirely yourself
All your victim is completely forgettable fame
After a steep climb there is a palm
That has plowed the dead flesh of the earth
Sky shepherd is gonna die that day
Sow your rage and fertilize with sorrow
Everyone finds new doors in themselves
Covered with claw marks, tired of waiting
An inner child with a torn jaw
From heart-rending screams
Everyone hides that doors in themselves
Trying to burn and erase from the memories
The bleeding fetus of stillborn felicity
Hanged itself with its own umbilical cord
The breath of solemn light
Short, but caught in infinity
Eternally burning fragments in space
Beneath the senseless stratum of soul
Complaining wisdom is waiting the justice
That premonition, forlorn and gone
So far, so particular
Everyone finds new doors in themselves
Covered with claw marks, tired of waiting
An inner child with a torn jaw
From heart-rending screams
Everyone hides that doors in themselves
Trying to burn and erase from the memories
The bleeding fetus of stillborn felicity
Hanged itself with its own umbilical cord
The breath of solemn light
When the superior mind chose suicide,
Splashes of black blood, painted the ceiling,
That we'll never be able to reach
The breath of solemn light
Short, but caught in infinity
Eternally burning fragments in space
Victim of the fate, the culprit is you
No more future without any dream
Victim of the fate, filled with the desire to die
I fall, now, forevermore
I am close to not being
I feel what I feel
No longer need to crawl and exist
Yeah
Beneath the senseless stratum of soul
Complaining wisdom is waiting the justice
That premonition, forlorn and gone
So far, so particular
Everyone finds new doors in themselves
Covered with claw marks, tired of waiting
An inner child with a torn jaw
From heart-rending screams
The breath of solemn light
You, the superior mind, chose suicide,
Now, the bright tears of the stars lead
The round dance of eternity
The breath of solemn light
Short, but caught in infinity
Eternally burning fragments in space
