Tarnished in love.
Cleansed in rejection.
I find the old worn regret,
take it from closet and dress myself.
Chared... Glittering black.
Dry... No sound from these lips.
Blind... behind these eyes.
Free... to be numb.
Just choose in between,
from an oasis to another,
between pain or death... justice won't tell.
The most relevant mystery:
Will they mourne or rejoice?
They must not be free.
Tell me, how to incarcerate?
Dignity... Fear...
Decrease... Grow inwards,
larger than dimensions.
No escape from me.
Black tempered rusty irony,
an armour of discomfort
forever worn, never out,
out of mind, out of world...
...anywhere alchemy is practiced,
turning gold back into ore.
No need to heal.
It's time again to die
though I'm already dead.
Forget rebirth, forget prisons
... I'm dead, I'm dead... but it's okay to be.
This cloth is heavy, but no need to move,
anymore, ever again, ever was.
Just don't choose anything.
Go on. Dream on. Shame on. Pass on.
Pass the dream. Let the shame go,
go even further
until the point of pride...
Vanish.
Bliss is dead but dreaming.
Rather dead than awake.
My treasure, precious lids,
never open, just float forever...
...A warm river turns cold on contact with air.
With air the salt might erase a mind,
then no face makes expression.
Salute it!...
...Just sof tand lbind before eyes.
Don't tell me how you hurt,
I might defeat you,
if I care to really try...
...Try nothing. Salute the humility,
and gain enormous power...
...Power to grab your shadow
through obstacles as if we were apparition.
Never disappear completely.
Never complete death nor rebirth... just forget.
Someone always remembers something.
Choke... Evoke...
This is not a joke...
Never soak...
...Dry... Lungs implode.
No scream is as loud as a silent one.
Act real emotions.
Make them fear... Anyone.
Dry... Rusty irony...
Erase... Erase...
Cleansed in rejection.
I find the old worn regret,
take it from closet and dress myself.
Chared... Glittering black.
Dry... No sound from these lips.
Blind... behind these eyes.
Free... to be numb.
Just choose in between,
from an oasis to another,
between pain or death... justice won't tell.
The most relevant mystery:
Will they mourne or rejoice?
They must not be free.
Tell me, how to incarcerate?
Dignity... Fear...
Decrease... Grow inwards,
larger than dimensions.
No escape from me.
Black tempered rusty irony,
an armour of discomfort
forever worn, never out,
out of mind, out of world...
...anywhere alchemy is practiced,
turning gold back into ore.
No need to heal.
It's time again to die
though I'm already dead.
Forget rebirth, forget prisons
... I'm dead, I'm dead... but it's okay to be.
This cloth is heavy, but no need to move,
anymore, ever again, ever was.
Just don't choose anything.
Go on. Dream on. Shame on. Pass on.
Pass the dream. Let the shame go,
go even further
until the point of pride...
Vanish.
Bliss is dead but dreaming.
Rather dead than awake.
My treasure, precious lids,
never open, just float forever...
...A warm river turns cold on contact with air.
With air the salt might erase a mind,
then no face makes expression.
Salute it!...
...Just sof tand lbind before eyes.
Don't tell me how you hurt,
I might defeat you,
if I care to really try...
...Try nothing. Salute the humility,
and gain enormous power...
...Power to grab your shadow
through obstacles as if we were apparition.
Never disappear completely.
Never complete death nor rebirth... just forget.
Someone always remembers something.
Choke... Evoke...
This is not a joke...
Never soak...
...Dry... Lungs implode.
No scream is as loud as a silent one.
Act real emotions.
Make them fear... Anyone.
Dry... Rusty irony...
Erase... Erase...