A Reverie to a Searching Future

Believe in nothing
To look at me now
A mixed failure
They sell it to the world
Watch the tides turning

The world pretending
Search an elusive cure
Hand of reason
I see your face
Control

Paradise found, lost
A frozen illusion
Once again a hand of reason
Once solemn
The last time

Dead emotion
Alive cutting
Forging sympathy
Only room for the one of us
Embers, of the joy of empty vessels

Prelude; a descent
Deadly, the inner senses
One second, a cold; this cold
Take, yes take me down
This from a hook that catches

I have no title for this cause
In reverie to the solemnity yearns
Between, the living; the dead
A veil of blue encapsulates

We fight, you fight this, the devil
But does he now care?
A world of no worlds, no voice
Heatstroke, heart murmur

Enclave, paranoia
Newborn
We seem now stillborn
Everybody, seems to know insane
Medicating

Bye… here comes the Sun
Du Haßt mich?

VMV ©2012

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