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(Lyrics: Jaime Torres)

We’re disengaged

Struck by a deafening distance

A sound that fades

As we’re marching into the void

And we long to reach one another

But maybe it’s ourselves who we call

Listening to the fine-tuned verses

That ring true to us all

Islands, scattered,

Islands with no sea in between

Too tired to awake, too vigilant to dream

This apparent closeness is but an illusion

This gapless distance, disguised as a lie

Between us there still is

The invisible mouth of the abyss

And the dust left from our doubts keeps lingering

In the air we breathe

Tell me, if we could hear one another

What we’d hear, would it be real?

In the mind a mirror’s bending

And dancing shades are traces for us to see

And still we feel we’ve gone astray

The sleepers of our age

If we could ever escape the dormant mind

And till we feel we’ve gone astray

The sleepers of our age

If we could ever escape the dorms of our minds