angels are crying
in a picturesque quarantine
this abandoned paradise
is now in a cold sweet sleep
welcome to this
dirty land
where hope is under the anxiety's fog
calmness is included in a perverse spirit
mineral curse - without
uniforms
D.espair was barn in the
E.xtravagant being which was
C.losed and inactive.
E.very man is a performer in
a
P.antomime
T.ormenting fusion
I.am reserved to penetrate these plains
O.f infinity and eternity. I want to
be
N.on-existant
the forms the shapes, the colours and I
the rules, the plans are stereothypes
the sounds, the scars, the
strarts and the ends
this is deception...
the forms the shapes, the colours and I
the rules, the plans are
stereothypes
the dreams, the dramas, imagine and cry
this is deception...
glasses full of angels' lies
play this sad
melody
growing chaos, silhouette of coming...
deception
the forms the shapes, the colours and I
the rules, the plans are
stereothypes
the sounds, the scars, the strarts and the ends
this is deception...
the forms the shapes, the colours and
I
the rules, the plans are stereothypes
the dreams, the dramas, imagine and cry
this is deception...
This has never been
my world
never...