Dioramic Eluding The Focus
Complexity is not dead yet
And we are not afraid
Of being fed with your hate
It's not too late
For the remedy to our tragedy
A room without doors
A room without windows
But full of shadows
These shadows feel lost
These shadows revolve around
Their worth is just ignored
Less than ever touched
But more than ever felt
Sweet sorrows
Beautiful: beloved
Ugly: obnoxious
These twins belong to us
And you are lucky
And you are glad
And all these things have made me mad
Complexity is not dead yet
And we are not afraid
Of being fed with your hate
It's not too late
For the remedy to our tragedy
A room with doors and windows
But without any shadows
Makes no sense at all
And you are lucky
And you are glad
And all these things have made me...
Complexity is not dead yet
And we are not afraid
Of being fed with your hate
It's not too late
For the remedy to our tragedy
