In any second our wings portion death and life.
We are equals as we are together...

The fire is only
everlasting the moment...

The observer and the observed are the same,
yet that sameness cannot be observed...

Maybe you see it in your subconscious
the wound that more or less we all share...

Life's the wrong angle
everyone must make it right...

What I say is not theatrical
in the usual sense...

(old one)
They conspired against songs...

Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...

In absolute darkness I saw you
like a shining object...

Now is nothing
And everything...

Injustice and betrayal
would never be erased...

Everything is packaged in the prison of time
until it grows soul...