In this time, in this place
Just passing through the timeless world of waves
There comes a time when the world gets silent
Hear the long lost melodies
The perilous highs and desperate lows
Signs of the beating heart
Guiding through the deepest haze
The castaway will reclaim from the havoc within
In all chaos there is a cosmos
Adorned with infinite beauty
Reflect from tears of the torment
In all disorder there is an order
Left, Right, Left, Be Right and Fight
To survive the lashes of oppression
Inhaled hatred in a form of love
Dead canvas saw it all - the inevitable
Dysfunction of the world
Beyond the pale without designated bounds
The clarity of my remedy
Embrace the tainted soil
Captivating the shadowiness of my own
Death for me, death for you, death for the wingless
I saw through dusky air the pyre
That shot a dismal glare
I refused to be diffused
I did not let her stay dead in my head
I said breath
All the horrors are sinked deep in the ink
As a hindsight bias
Of the days that are numbered
Sense the blazing sky, oh why?
The gardener cast our souls
To divided path of woe
Revealing the wonders of existence
The growth was in the ground
Wonders at our feet
Violated and lost in abyss
Explorer harmoniously in abiding bliss
Avow the darkness to thrive again
Together we roam in resonance
But in the end we are the desolation
Despair in the halo of ecstasy
We are the martyrs, we are crucified alone
Inhaled hatred in a form of love
Dead canvas saw it all - the inevitable
Dysfunction of the world
As visitors in this time, in this place
We as creators, one with the vibration