The Incomprehensible Melody
Journey of Possibilities is the reality we seek to build
a frozen rose in the desert of the haunted glass
And you will find the true meaning of name behind the white defeat
Lay the mundane Gods of the rings within the senseless madness to rest
Do you value individuality in the eyes of a wicked child
True love, true sacrifice
Deeper drugs fail to calm the hunger in us
It burns, it burns, fabrication of serious movement
Repeated shakes consume the delicate road
and the cold burn envelops us and we lose control
Dust settles upon the offended
Gather dark motives, bits of art?
Prisoner of thought
No Formula to turn sadness into happiness
Can you spot the rambling soliloquy
haunted visions knock, but never expire
the worms eat the driftwood of our own forgotten dreams
permeating emotions, victors of dark passions
the nihilist awakened
the maker of progressed emigration
visits the sick trembling silence
we are alone
insistence upon stupid ideas has foreshadowed our own quiet bedfellows
bones, rocks, little mites
teacups filled with sugar and spite
observe rays, murky inescapable conflicts
raging on, many needles pricking the vane of our conscience
Chinese medicine
eat worms, make fruit
the science is backwards
the riddle of the fractal matrix
sheeps scream horrors
a death that even sleep cannot forget
and I think it is done before it has even begun
where are possibilities if there is only one path
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