Starving eyes of addiction You know there is no such faith in our burning sphe re Inquest rains and unforgotten winds The art of hiding behind your crowd is the reverse of pain. A wreckage of deceptions A blend of coldness with reality Get it on it’s another way of saying: “I wear a crown of twisted words and nonsense” Bring it on - you are another redundant case Of a coward with his crowd ‘of essence’ As time goes by from the outside, It would have been altering perceptions Is it a light of coldness with reality? Or is it a hideout of deceptions?