Time is getting slower
when the light is losing its face
The eyelids of consciousness
can not care the weight of
space
Last rays illuminate the way
that doesn't have any destination
For the long walk through infinity....
Perception of
mind becomes
subjective and nonsencial
Nostalgic manacles that tied their will
When the deepest spontaneity
Began to cry the
wails (of genesis)
I stare in consternation at these astral mights
So, follow, follow the voice of imagination
You fall
asleep by the whispering symphony
So, listen, listen to the distant subconscious
Deeper towards the thought's assembly
Your
breath gets quiet because of soul's frailty
Entering the enigma of all these possibilities
So, follow, follow the voice of
imagination
Hide your fear under the feelings of lust
So, sleep, sleep...sleep...sleep...sleep...sleep...sleep!
Movements seem to
be so nonplussed
So, come, come to enter yourself again
Hide your fear under the feelings of
lust
Sleep...sleep...sleep...sleep...sleep...sleep...sleep...
sleep...