I'm not sure but I know, where a night has its end
And a new day should start but can't, little things only power gain
I created this state, in the space I can flow
You can find sense in what you want
Can be here alone or can go
Behold, the made up world, which into silence was only born
If eaten by deceit, in itself will be torn
Thoughts are swift as the fish, living under the waves
Looking at us with thoughtful eyes, when they vanish the grief remains
Whisper is above all
Never happens the shame
Golden or even brilliant thought
Shelter covering from the rain
Behold, the made up world, which into silence was only born
If eaten by deceit, in itself will be torn
Feast of brilliant colours you could never count
Gigantic power and space worth shit in all
Welcome onto the paths, you know those stripes
Feast of brilliant colours you could never count
Gigantic power and space worth shit in all
Welcome onto the paths, you know those stripes
Welcome
Talking, talking, tepid rivers' filthy waters
Talking, talking, if you believe it, you're gonna drown
Behold, the made up world, which into silence was only born
If eaten by deceit, in itself will be torn