Trapped in time
Every sound that comes from silence
Remains in it for the rest
Of its existence
I'm just lost in time and space
Nobody learns
Nobody aspires
Unable to move and see
In the end I could at least feel those
False perceptions
That heal my mind
All of a sudden
The time
The time stood still
Impotence prevented you
From taking another step
Grabbing a broken rope
Has been always a good deal
You managed to alter the time
The murder of the sun
Losing balance was never so rewarding
I'll be the voice of those remaining asleep
Lost like a castaway in a sea of decay
Ingrained thoughts of losing yourself
Dissolve yourself
Kill yourself
All my judgements fall down
An utopia, where happiness is disguised as suffering
Tell me, what can you see through the black mirror?
Why have I forgotten, forgotten, forgotten to feel?
F*ck
So I can go back to that place
Where I won't be a slave to my own desires anymore
In a full state of aesthesis
The murder of the Sun
The death of the Moon
Of the Moon