Liquid Divine Ephemeral
i´m a stillborn mindfield, a code you can´t detect
honour doesn´t matter, your life is just a fake
metaphoric secrets, a sequence of my pulse
this is resignation, if everything is real
im tired of the distance, from embers to a flame
fortune doesn´t matter, my life is just a fake
i try to stand this knowledge, antenatal revers
i´ll beg for sweet oblivion, incomplete at all
no light no sound
not day not night
close your eyes and feel
this must be the missing link
the turning point of life
the frontsite of my stiffness, they visualize my soul
the static of my nature, investigate my faith
