Was it all blank at first, all a full? A single point of energy or a void? The barriers we see outdistance the eye from the mind. It's just a whole thing, to be or not to be, floating through.
There's no mirror in between, diabolical's the nature of the separation. No answer can be accurate, if not all random words a speechless child's mind would design and may sound dumb, if only expressed they'd loose all their power, divided poor souls that belong to universe. - Implosed in its own vibrations, every single micro structure, equal to the whole in proportion, with new dynamics, so narrow -.
It vibrates and creates a sound, which is you, which is me, nice to see you. Then we hate, then we hate eachother at times, no worries, we'll be fine, until the moment we are gone. Oh god I have loved you so much!
Tell me: What the hell kind of place is this? A sketch, a pattern, the representation of a smile or a spiral going all the way around and then back to the same point, on a different level.
Nothing will be the same again but nothing's ever really left the place, technically we're still drinking the dynosours' pee, eating shits of religions.
Words we've heard and scenes we've seen, we've always faked a comprehension, just to appear not as much stupid as it seems, in the food chain of brains.
Where all species evolve but global result seems unchanged or it does change and then back again to the same point, on a different level. Still contorsing on itself, a multidimensional snake.
What is here always changes, the creatures, all mutates, leaving traces for everyone that wanna find out the method of universe.
Farewell cruel world, worms will be dining with my eyes and tongue, farewell my love, I'm not leaving, it's just the lie we love, the lie we love.
Chasing light in panic, escaping flies, erratic, cursing all the gods for the lie we love, the lie we love.
Slammed and shattered here and there by the waves of eternity. Oh, the lie we love, the lie we love.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.