Who is this guy, hiding in me,
who is so drowned in himself...

Why does everything come with its matching wing?
understanding is another version of satisfaction...

Do you remember our dawn
where awareness first...

They all celebrate the sacrificial offering of...
The ceremony of the gore...

Hey little bird, hey little bird,
are you as hurt as my heart...

She shines and soaks in every star
in the blooming night...

Every time we embrace
we inbreathe each other...

It was in the stage
between moments and the moon...

Tell me that there is a reason for me being alive,
that there is a final meaning...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

So, then, does a dummy always says
what ventriloquist want him to say...

Have you ever drunk from the goblet of yourself?
Have you ever distinguished...