1. SWEPT AWAY

For days, I watch the sun
Considering a consent to cosmos
For a moment the sun stares back at me
Creating a shadow from a part of my soul

Healed or broken ?
Pulled out, escaping
When the shadow becomes a sea

When I, When I am swept away
Here below I feel
When I, When I am swept away
Here below I feel, I feel.

Below,
disorder controls me
embraced in a one-colored solitude
But below, nothing stares back at me
Here I am the world for a while

Here, below I feel I feel

Healed or broken ?
Pulled out, escaping
When the shadow becomes a sea


When I, When I am swept away
Here below I feel
When I, When I am swept away
Here below I feel, I feel safe


2. FROM THE STARE TO THE STORM

You know, I Have foreseen
The air folded by the lines of your stare

Your stare

Hear me out
I will shout when you can’t hear me

The wind would hit hard on my back
Carrying the fierce dust of your breath

Your breath

Hear me out
I will shout when you can’t hear me

Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick Shiver
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick Shiver

From your stare would grow a storm
Dust, invading me, (dust)
Disintegrating me
Hurling me around the eye
The eye, I wish I would become

Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick Shiver
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick Shiver

From your stare would grow a storm
Dust, invading me, (dust)
Disintegrating me
Hurling me around the eye
The eye, I wish I would become


3. MASK AND MIRROR

As the lights dim away
The chatter slowly fades
And curtains spread apart

Your will turns into mine
As I find your eyes among the faceless crowd
I watch you shrink before my stare
My blood is running warm

The roar of music hits my ears
Below I watch
The puppets on the stage enfold their plot
It’s me

Blood turns into dust
Before these eyes that both threaten and adore
His tune pours out like balm and salt
Caressing my open wounds

The roar of music hits my ears
Around I watch
The puppets on the stage enfold our plot
It’s me

His will turns into mine
Before her eyes that both threaten and adore
Before my tune, I watch him shrink
His/My wounds are open


4. HATE CREATE

Tell me the purpose of the flesh
Is it to feel or to be felt ?
I peeled the scars from my skin
To find the link between blood and soul

The answer is always at hand
To create a simple role
Let my eyes, tongue and face
Mirror what I do not hold

Am ignored by the touch ?
By the touch, that shapes the soul
That heals the scars I ripped away
These scars that I must try to repaint

The answer is always at hand
To create a simple role
Let eyes, tongue and face
Mirror what I do not hold

I dance with the devil Love
To mate with the angel Hate

It is the inside that I deny
It is the inside that I deny