1. MYRIAD

Dim as canes of droning void
Threshed a myriad sprinkling clusters
Shifting what was once a thought
Black but carved in alabaster

Spectral beings writhe debunked
Gods receding from filaments
Woven trace of molten lead
Whirl in backgrounds of atrament

Beaming surges rush through circuits
Frames of megalithic atoms
On the strings suspended vibe
Dark symphonies no soul fathoms

Forge us pathways in the scope
Myriads of pacific planets
Drifting on the envelope
Vastly stretched in black atrament


2. FREELOVE (DEPECHE MODE COVER)

If you've been hiding from love
If you've been hiding from love
I can understand where you're coming from
I can understand where you're coming from

If you've suffered enough
If you've suffered enough
I can understand what you're thinking of
I can see the pain that you're frightened of

And I'm only here
To bring you free love
Let's make it clear
That this is free love
No hidden catch
No strings attached
Just free love
No hidden catch
No strings attached
Just free love

I've been running like you
I've been running like you
Now you understand why I'm running scared
Now you understand why I'm running scared

I've been searching for truth
I've been searching for truth
And I haven't been getting anywhere
No I haven't been getting anywhere

And I'm only here
To bring you free love
Let's make it clear
That this is free love
No hidden catch
No strings attached
Just free love
No hidden catch
No strings attached
Just free love


3. OUROBOROS (PIANO VERSION)

I've been to this place before
I've seen this sight of shame
No matter where the turn leads
The outcome remains the same

And here I am again
The nexus of the spiral
The same cursed sign
Smiles at me

There's nothing behind the horizon
A river with no source
Come, take a walk with me
And see the gallery of fate

What you see is what you will reap
Within your sight, there already lies
The essence of your timid life

O, eternal snake
Break the hopeless loops of our fates
The day you swell
Straight along the rivers of Hell
Will be the day when we will be free