Maybe we are the stars indeed Gloriously burning with this stolen flame Conceited in the streams of the self To warm us up in our cold microcosmos To find reason where there is none And create the truth Where even lie does not exist
To conform, adapt to the universe That was never built for us To conform, adapt to the universe That does not care
Like every star we shall crumble Under the weight of our own And no shockwave shall follow But merely a spark of dying hope To kindle another flame Another one to shine up high And to wane
Over and over again
Paralyzed in blissful catatonia I submit myself to this cosmic fate Of constant fall from grace Endless leap of faith I refuse to know What cannot be known I reject wisdom of the earth
Over and over again
Only then I shall truly fly Only then I shall truly burn Wingless angel of the smokeless fire Forever concealed, forever close
Host and parasite conjoined In the cord of universal spine Serpent coil, squirming in the trunk of the tree of life
Deeper and deeper I'm falling. I'm drowning And no one is coming And nobody knows
I am the victim of The curse of constant fall Always deeper down The tunnel of no light
We are but fallen stars Hopelessly trying to rekindle the flame Lost in the streams of the self Yet it shall not warm us up And reason shall not be found Peace, comfort, reconciliation Were never meant to come Come for us
Like every star we shall crumble Under the weight of our own And no shockwave shall follow But merely a spark of dying hope
To kindle another flame Another one to shine up high And to wane
I am the victim of The curse of constant fall Always deeper down The tunnel of no light