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Let go as tight as you can

Slip through the velvet

Searching the skyline

Ignoring the firmament

The glow in your plasma

Like magick-coloured oil

Upon a ravaged canvas

Into a tainted soil

Origin of dreams

The solemn art

Grave of all hope

The solemn art

Essence of life

Without true life

Let blood flow

To make it so

Craving for inspiration

Trasforming to desperation

When all you need is a sign

Signs smothered in sighs

Breathe the better life

Until unable to breath anymore

Taste the better side

Embrace your true self, the lie

Origin of dreams

The solemn art

Grave of all hope

The solemn art

Burning cold

To be born old

Transmutate the soul

Spawn something foul