Windows of their lights Fill my blind heart with movements That composes the dance of the life That I suppose to play awake
Poisoned water in the rivers of my brain Disturbed prisms of the broken glass Stars became the unique compass The north of my mind in this familiar maze
Information consumes my left Jealous of my ego consumes my right
Eternal war of judgment in the balance for the death Numbers, words and marks Come with my breath Brothers with just one hand Come desires, lust and pride I’m your master and lord
The collapse of souls is inevitable The mother will choose the most capable
Devices of astral body we became The maker or tool is the eternal doubt Devices of astral body we became Shadows of movements screaming loud
And the building of tears goes on The shadow of emotions that cover the sunlight Eternal war of judgment in the balance for the death