1. THE CURSE OF SIGHT

Shall not bite the ground!
Shall not touch the filthy dust, time is short
It endures one life!

Fortune wheel is a weak whistle in my ears!
The curse of sight is a prison, a ten inches border to the abyss!

Seven meters over ground
To see through breath above the space
Seven meters over ground!
To use the air as an aleph!

The only exit is to float away
Unconscious, pointless, endless!

Shall not embrace the arms
That pushes you back to the soil
You will lose your knowledge
Your gift…
You will bleed from your eyes!

Seven meters over ground
To see through breath above the space
Seven meters over ground!
To use the air as an aleph!

Thousand eyes from all lands and times converge in my brain!

Shall cut every feather
in your back, as a plague
Those wings are poisoned, they say... So!
The only law is to arise
Over every labyrinth
Is the only way to see
Is the curse of sight way!

I can’t stop to see!
I can’t stop to know!
I can’t stop to float in space!
Is this curse useless?

Thousand eyes from all lands and times converge in my brain!