How many memories, fading into the mist
how many flowers, hidden upon my head
are killing a part of me, turning into something new
while all becomes nothing and then it begins to Be
How many fantasies, fading into the real
tears of illusions melting in an endless sea
something is withering morphing into something new
while all becomes something that I was so scared to see.
Searching the deepest sense of life
lighting the Real flame
Searching the deepest meaning of hope
walking the Real way
where the love , the hate, the meaning, the senses
have nothing to do with the words.
Fear to change, loneliness
and other dark tricks of your mi nd
to feel ashamed, emptiness
and the other dark tricks of your heart
become the One
without a name
the real stranger you hide
Material Chains
Castles of vanity, growing inside my soul
clouds of desires, covering the real sun
so many puppets in the scene
building that "Real" lie
where the love , the hate, the meaning, the senses
have nothing to do with these words.
Material chains, Material Blame
the real stranger you hide.