Disoomnia Dead Sun
Surrounded by
A veil of stars
That burn my eyes so deep
And let me see further
That's the price of dazzle
The solitude of a dead sun
Don't go any further
You are not the chosen one
Actual Self:
When you believe in a world that slowly defines you
Be ready to feel the flow colliding with your view
False Self:
I don't believe in a world that slowly devours me
And behind the backdoor the glass is awaiting
Phobos itself
Reminds your spell
When the beginning ends
Dragged by this hurricane
I've just heard the crack, the water follows the track
