Contain

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 can't do anything to turn the order of things upside down

Who's my master?

I can't control my thoughts, my acts, myself

I don't wanna stay a witnes of my own life

By the emission of disparate frequencies I'm arbitrating lucidity and confusion

I'm lost in a lack of conscience, incapable of understanding what's 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