No. Not again…

While awake in a surrogate reality

Dreaming of what could it be

Found the holographic avidity

Of myself… against me

Thought that time need some attitude

Coincidence should be a choice

Event horizon of solitude

Principles of a senseless moist

Learn fast, but die quick

It’s the poor imagination of the weak

Learn to die, gently slow

Pouring down the sand of your fishbowl

Learn fast, but die quick

It’s the poor imagination of the weak

Learn to die, gently slow

Pouring down the sand of your fishbowl

And we all sail on the cocoon

Rowing aether plasma brume

Trying to find the answers soon

To achieve the spiritual bloom

As the freedom of choice

It has always been an illusion

Born, grow and reproduce

Externally, you won’t find the conclusion

Learn fast, but die quick

It’s the poor imagination of the weak

Learn to die, gently slow

Pouring down the sand of your fishbowl

Learn fast, but die quick

It’s the poor imagination of the weak

Learn to die, gently slow

Pouring down the sand of your fishbowl

A being of light should realize

Judgment day is a real call

That your inner senses would suffice

If the waves makes you whole

My body hinders...