Vii Arcano Echo Calling
Nobody knows where the edge of knowledge marks
No one will ever enter the realm of subconsciousness
Just trying to show how intense is nakedness
And how futile can be complexity
Do really the blind leads the blind?
Unveiling from the nonsense voices
Too busy to give not worth meanings
To what seems to be the reaching key
Shut down words to hold back the pure
Inner screams from this living lure
Intense drama fills the hour
Pathetic rhymes just to show what's ours
Flowing pain painted as red
Realizing you're as good as dead!
Too busy to give not worth meanings
To what seems to be the reaching key
Shut down words to hold back the pure
Inner screams from this living lure
Collapse for superstition of truths
Terminal contradiction thought disease
Self-killing action in mind control
Is the ultimate screen on the calling of my echo
