I am the summoned peacock I am the synthesis of all the arts I am the eve of the chosen and as the one, I am the body
The sum of thousand have made A perfect, shapeless, spirit made of light The feathers celebrate the new born As their eyes, I'm looking at the past, ex-posed All, perished Signs on my paws, showing All the scars (wounds mended) Passing time (black wrinkles) Broken nails (still are stabbed) Sacrifices reward my efforts
Our frequency divides us And the interval is less than the one We're one, we're all, but if we are all We're nothing Let the circles blend
Preened coat, shallow sight But sharp eyes see the shame underneath This beauty is useless May the perfection dwell in two?
I'm revived! Truth unveiled! As the one, I'm the half Of a greater design Huge Enormous Impetus Shivers of a rising will Instinct dominating flesh Craving for the purest rain It's red!
I will face and shred the space Together we instill light
Staring at the sleeping feathers Thanks, to be a part of the awakening...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
