Perhaps we haven't reached the end of the world...
We are no longer sensitive toward blood, we infact...

It consumes everyone's laughter,
even the melodies of joyous music...

Dreams shatter into quiet visions
the more I'm in hunger for your...

Light up the darkness of which within I lay
Forgiven not,yet destined to lose my way...

Gather my harvest,
then burn the dry field...

Wandering along the shores
of a wishful sea...

It's not always hard to tell,
when a man is telling lies...

We lived in a jungle
when I was a child...

I'm unequal in balance, unequal for logic,
such a modern cut of seasons...

When YOU;
no longer search for perfumes...

I know you carry a heart that beats with mine,
all through the days that passes you by...

I look for it between tumbling lines
of fugitive lost memories, amid words...