Album: Mirror Of Vibrations (2007)Invitation To Chaotic RevelationA hand behind a curtain
Empty theatre strange and new
Where the candles were chosen
To light the sullen view
White rose in the garden of death
Sleeping from her date of birth
But when the rain was falling down
Her time had come to take off the crown
A hand behind a curtain
Empty theatre strange and new
Where the candles were chosen
To light the sullen view
Different shapes of the universe
On one nail of a prayer
Master, follower, slave?
Different choices in one grave
Your book of knowledge is empty
Shiny drops of tears on these white pages
How beautiful was the myth of heart
Apophenia formed another living lie
But the mourning cannot hear
Debilitating the unsightly pyramids of horror and fear
And when the mutilated tongue creates new letters
We will fight for writing the brave words
And believing them
When the hand can rise and hold
We will fight to be inside
But a mirage was the idea of sin
Cause we were born so blind
Born killed hope of salvation
A whole illusion of equations
And biochemical emotions
But the logic still the same
I don't intend to dream again
When the hand can rise and hold
We will fight to be inside
But a mirage was the idea of sin
Cause we were born so blind
Kiss the whore to feed the role
Then regret to purify your soul
We don't even know what the role is
But when the curtains are pulled down
I took off the mask
But still I hear the claps of another existing hands
For I have spent all my life to know but failed
