I draw the blade locked inside my eyelids. I eradicate the life of the stem that expanding
becomes a “weir”. Even the lost memories are on the run to break free; an indestructible cubism. Cause I know, in the crazy future, even nightmares are an ordinary thing. Reset, reset! So, reviving the midnight sun, I turn into a rioter. A gun for an affectionate kiss, a knife for a revolutionary hug. It disappears, everything disappears, even these ice-cold chains. Reality is always out of my mind. The world I stare at appears as a beast to me, there’s neither darkness nor light. The theory repeated over and over makes you lonely, even your hue is fake. If you look around, you can see
the concrete dogma standing in your way. The fantasy sinks its poison fangs even in my tears; a piece is visible in the background one more time. For escape my fate. Cause I know, the mirage I’m questioning accelerates my ardent feelings.
Reset, reset! So, the frenzy memory turns into hatred. The fake love strikes the core of the
desire’s reflection the weak cling to. It resounds, everything resounds, and it’s reborn. Reality is always behind my eyes. Inside my corrupted eyelids, there’s a hidden world where there’s neither lies nor truth. I draw the blade locked inside my eyelids. I eradicate the life of the stem that expanding
becomes a “weir”. Even the illusory memories are like
frantic, rebellious revolving lanternsm; an indestructible cubism.