clouds are mounting in the field of oppressions frozen lands of endless beauty colliding notions, like a mirage to my dreams In here united, in my sheltered eyes Skies of wrath, between the clouds above naked eyes to say I'm yours folded hands see night creeping empathic strikes to exploit my body
may the young believe in "sarectasion" excrements of our thoughts beyond belief hence their retention excrements of our thoughts between the clouds misdirected senses land of voices out of dreams between the clouds misdirected senses land of voices, our screams
beyond belief hence their retention excrements of our thoughts between the clouds misdirected senses land of voices, our screams