Erasing your existence with a gesture Your love, your pain, your hate Your thick pleasure flowing on crystal hands On which everyone will pay a tear
Fingers touching the surface Dragging thoughts into the widely closed window Looking for identity A simulacrum of life A status representing you
Dreaming yourself But the screen is cold A factory of emotions Screaming yourself Silence of the soul Where time gets wounded By the burning blade of memory
Eternal flowing of time Digital is your dream Imprisoned in a coffin of deleted files As synapses unfolding disorderly Beyond the boundaries of thought
Dreaming yourself But the screen is cold A factory of emotions Screaming yourself Silence of the soul Where time gets wounded By the burning blade of memory
Screaming yourself Silence of the soul Shrouded in the mystery Of an angry impulse
Dreaming in digital Living in analog Elevated thoughts Sucked from the narrow outlet of perceptionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
