Maestro start.
Slowly raise the string's voices...

In darkened corners of helpless room
with faint echos lingering in the air...

Any day in the park was fine with me,
but I soon had paranoia...

Upon the Earth,
on the land...

In the morning of the day,
to the evening of the night...

My head is well complied with many ideas,
but it also supplies hate...

My girlfriend was lovely,
I loved her so...

I am safe,
unseen...

I can see a color,
but I can’t seem to define it...

Lift me
from eternal sleep...

Close eyes and dream away;
Twilight offers an oceanic cry...

In innocence,
they play with smiles and laughter...