- Connection - [6x] Wings of butterflies torn apart, left in the pages of a scarlet diary smoke of burning roses reminiscence of an untold story We
Ashes of the past are still warm but a new pair of wings is now growing metamorphosis is painful but unavoidable Will destruction be the right choice
white catharsis following our master on In the depth of the reactor the headless body is changing shape four forms of the mutation [2x] birth - life - death - synthesis
There are times when I feel that everything is slipping from my hands there are times when I just want to fall asleep to avoid the threat of time So
Psychic wounds Infected minds The new plague spreads Just close your eyes Noise - shadows - infection Flesh - silence - corruption Three steps ahead
A bitter awakening, after the nightmare Innate anguish, instinct of death Psyche has one thousand faces And each of them is choked by pain I fell into
Cradled by this sweet melody We fall in silence like stars Fascinated by an immaculate ground While for a second we close our eyes Stolen by the wind
You opened up my heart with your razorblade kiss another wound inflicted to a body already dead You didn't say this could hurt so much forgotten, covered
An eternal flight of thoughts Unlimited spaces of death and rebirth Reason ran away I hold my hand out and touch the unconscious My soul is empty now
I run in no direction stones and mud in this forest dead leaves on my way forbidden confessions in the willow shade Mind's a deserted path snakes in
Broken dreams lost in empty rooms Gold and dust beyond space and time Everything has been lost Maybe we want too much? Roads of weakness and mistakes
We embrace We unite forever Cold and bare fields Astral ice swept by wind Thoughts fly among clouds and darkness To find my lost heart I'm the new Oedipus
This is the time when everything is possible an obsession living in reality a storm of phrases flying to the sky my cry is a threat for mediocrity Innocent
A bitter awakening after the nightmare innate anguish, instinct of death Psyche has one thousand faces and each of them is choked by pain I fell into
When blood flows and the party is over Sounds from the past haunt my sleep Echoes of a new existence The rejection of life means higher needs The same
By this, and this only, we have existed, Which is not to be found in our obituaries Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider Or under seals broken
Knives are my only friends Wind freezes their long blades Like a thousands eyes the stars are watching me I'm alone, and sorrow embraces rivers of wine
Synthetic Eden Our garden of delight All roads lead to temptation here The day we lost our innocence It was a new beginning Blood never tasted so good
