Those thousand shadows are coming to feed the mill of my torments Each one is a painful remembrace, a drop of icy light A blinding flavour, a flagrance of blood Is this fucking real or an I dreaming again ? As stars are weakening and are becoming cold As suns are dying and the space between stars is becoming wider So the resistance I oppose is running low as my contact with the world There are moments in wich I can not recognize myself Sometimes, I remember all and sometimes, my jaws clenched by the horror I discover the extent of damages I have caused, regaining reality Everything has been written for me And I cant do anything to turn the order of things upside down Whos my master ? I cant control my thoughts, my acts, myself I dont wanna stay a witnes of my own life By the emission of disparate frequencies Im arbitrating lucidity and confusion Im lost in a lack of conscience, incapable of understanding whats happening From the dephts of an undreamt abyss, advice are held Each one is a voice coming with a purple reflect Come to me scarlet lights, I can drink your putrid ray
witnes, arbitrating, remembrace, becoming, flagrance