I'm a waste of time
a fall in the sun.
I'm the fog,
forgotten by myself...
I'm the remains of what may we are
the voice of what you can't see through the stars,
a speaking entity, a fake master
the dream beyond this in-signifying life.
Really, I don't know
what is real, what is not...
Maybe I've no idea
but at least I can see it...
An intersecting cloud
of thoughts and systems,
that shapes all the attitudes
of what we are made of...
I'm the remains of what may we are
the voice of what you can't see through the stars,
a speaking entity, a fake master
the dream beyond this in-signifying life.
Really, I don't know
what is real, what is not...
Maybe I've no idea
but at least I can see it...
I see and hear everything
even what can't belong to me
everything has already happened
everything has already gone.
No mystery destabilizes me
no shadow can scare me.
There is no peace
there is no hope
So painful to tell the truth
you can't (do it), so why do I have to?
Our feels are only fiction
masks made by contradictions...
So painful to tell the truth
you can't (do it), so why do I have to?
I just want to breathe,
I just want to set your mind free...
I'm the remains of what may we are
the voice of what you can't see through the stars,
a speaking entity, a fake master
the dream beyond this in-signifying life.
