Invitation To Chaotic Revelation,

A hand behind a curtain

Empty theatre strange and new

Where the candles were chosen

To light the sullen view

White rose in the garden of death

Sleeping from her date of birth

But when the rain was falling down

Her time had come to take off the crown

A hand behind a curtain

Empty theatre strange and new

Where the candles were chosen

To light the sullen view

Different shapes of the universe

On one nail of a prayer

Master, follower, slave?

Different choices in one grave

Your book of knowledge is empty

Shiny drops of tears on these white pages

How beautiful was the myth of heart

Apophenia formed another living lie

But the mourning cannot hear

Debilitating the unsightly pyramids of horror and fear

And when the mutilated tongue creates new letters

We will fight for writing the brave words

And believing them

When the hand can rise and hold

We will fight to be inside

But a mirage was the idea of sin

Cause we were born so blind

Born killed hope of salvation

A whole illusion of equations

And biochemical emotions

But the logic still the same

I don't intend to dream again

When the hand can rise and hold

We will fight to be inside

But a mirage was the idea of sin

Cause we were born so blind

Kiss the whore to feed the role

Then regret to purify your soul

We don't even know what the role is

But when the curtains are pulled down

I took off the mask

But still I hear the claps of another existing hands

For I have spent all my life to know but failed