1. A BIG ZERO

There are times I find new gods.
My dear. I know it's breaking you.
I do care a lot. But it's coming out the hope you make me search.
I follow your shape. A touch. You're so delicate.
Move this perfect body.
It's not a depression. Am I really praying?
Can you see it?
The bottom of a glass distorts your beauty.
How can you be this empty?
A doll to fuck.
I learnt to live with all I hide.
The promises I make to myself.
To forget. I cannot keep.
Wear it all on your shoulders
Or stay away.
Letting you play. Another prayer of mine.
Too common to be some more.
No meaning in any word if I’m not telling what I feel.
Do I speak to the walls? To some god?
A doll to fuck.
Wasted life. Fucked up just before it could really start.
What life? Shut up.
Give a hand. Soft skin. So cold now.
Any meaning. Between your legs.
It's not a birth. It's not.


2. FOUR WALLS PSYCHEDELIA

Am I departed?
Or have I gone to far in my expectations?
Heart and mind
Disturbed creation

I know eyes that saw miracles and death
...drinking up to forget I’m still alive...

Learnt to feel when learnt to cry
Learnt to be blind when learnt to cry
I rise upon fragments of my broken promises

(every single myriad part
Of a second that stops
There is a shift, a drift
Shadows on the walls again
Cannot stand this trance
Shadows dance)

I know eyes that saw miracles and death
...teach me to forget the sun,

This is the time when whispers are noisier than screams
Everything is constant

- stop crying out


3. GEOMETRY

--- Creation ---
A genius gave an ideal shape.
This body's now disfigured.
This mind's now devalued.
(I draw another circle)
E7 to e5 after e2 to e4.
So promising as every new beginning. Yes. It was.
But till the end we know what embryo is.
The same pose but in different position.
Trying to hide in an empty space inside a glass-box.
D2 to d4. Standard procedure.

Passing away through different passages.
So much stays undiscovered.
But things stay untouched 'cause everything around has been known.
...sometimes I find our ways being like pipes...
One entrance, one outlet, and everyone has such.

D7 to d5 is always next as if there was no other way.
But my question is: "how many worlds are we living in?"
G1 to f3 ... Protecting the fools.or supporting the fools' attack.

You are identified. Your symbol I do know.
... Symbols pass in time ...

--- destruction ---
Figures drawn on panes.
Mathematics deny such an irregular vision.
Can changing the angle change objects I see?
Process of measurement has never completed yet.
I've been told not to follow my own sugestions.
Fingertips on cold glass plains that limit freedom.
Self-similar four-dimensional fractals collide with a few last concious thoughts.
State of mind. State of being. State of absence.

Emergency has no functionality at all...
But light emerged.
Need some space...

Complication has become the only factor of taking one more second to try once more...
But we keep playing the same fucking game as always.
Recreation
I'm getting number as always


4. FUNDAMENTAL MIND ESCAPE

A new life. In a head of freed.
My sweet obsession, to that day I shall live...
You were pushed into mind, driven through the core,
I grasp for air so fresh now, you are the freedom worth to fight for.

Devalued world, I don't mind looking back to past,
I've lived through you.
Things I’ve been given to take care of...
Became rooted. I still carry your parental care
Inside - but you still decline.
A new life

A new life - out of the art of free.
Into you I flee.
Awoke me from this passive and plain ordinariness
I experience, I forget. The more, the less.

Time devours this place I still see... See
Time ruins this place I need to leave
I give up myself to what's within me
What's within me?
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Dear child,
Collect your feelings in a box,
And learn to wear your scars with pride...
Dear child,
Someday you'll understand the reason

Make your dreams your private toys
They'll never know of
No need to hide your tears
They don't even try to see

And someday you'll awake
In four walls of your private loneliness
You'll call it home
As you'll yearn for it
And keep coming back to

Dear child,
There's no song that can help you fall asleep
It's just those echoes in your head aggressively pulsating
A lullaby you learn by heart.
Song of glory.
Song of joy.
A requiem.

And when you get rid of habitual apathy
Try to erase the stars from your part of the sky
They mean nothing but a drift in space.


6. 2ND ECLIPSE THE SAME DAY

(Instrumental)


7. UNHEARD UNSPOKEN

'Tis not a fever.
Become a box where I could store all that overcomes me.
You've become a muse to me.
Whorish figure of art I cannot keep myself away from.
Can't stand this shit you still in, much different from the one I’m losing myself in.
I hate when you lack frenzy that makes you my truth.
No. Not the chaos you bear every second of the vanity you are.

This is the space of me
Built upon the discipline
Of placing feelings, trust and blame
Scratch this piece of mind
Where I hide my true face
Losing shine
As if it was too late

It's just another turn
Prevent simplicity
Scratch out your eyes to see
It's a lie
This is the space of me

This is the space we share
This silence in the distance between us
Hands on glass
Sight following sight

How long can you be the false that hurts
How long can you breathe between my words
Hands on glass
Sigh following sigh

It's just another turn
Beware of simplicity
Scratch out your eyes to see
It's alive
This is the space of me


8. GLASS BALL HORIZON

I'm tired of this sham elation
Opposities and irreverence
Fundamental mind's escape
Runing around towards the horizon

It's just hope that makes me see colors in the sky
The stained glass of sickening illusions
Across the circle obsessions float by
7 rise and set sequences

How many angles does this ball have?

Leave that toy, boy
These are just patterns of some fake reality
Pieces of glass and mirrors
Get a life, grow up
Stop scratching those transparent walls

Do you feel like a single swan on the lake?

All you've seen is yours to handle
All you've been is yours to hate

In this corrupted mind
Universal truths mean nothing
...glass ball horizon..