Can the bars of our memory immure persistence?<br />
... So they claim: "Disaster". Nothing more<br />
Seems to be before our sight.<br />
<br />
For each vague, shy step beyond,<br />
Thousand voices of our anguish lead us astray<br />
We stop to reflect without realizing<br />
We have returned to the starting point<br />
<br />
Final sentences appear like a joker dilemma<br />
As a reality of justifications committed to memory<br />
Masks the false self-supply<br />
<br />
Will dance of the past played before us<br />
Take it's mourning course?<br />
Indifference drips from a romance caught by surprise<br />
... Letting life escape<br />
<br />
So now - in our shelter, which has compelled us<br />
With no free ignorance -<br />
What can we have recourse to<br />
But references from our deconstructed past?<br />
- Same mistakes once more<br />
<br />
Into pale corners of the self<br />
Inverse existence<br />
Beyond life and death<br />
Though standing here yet<br />
<br />
Same mistakes once more<br />
Damage more than ever<br />
<br />
Loneliness that exists into each of us<br />
May close our eyes definitely<br />
Then the wait for solutions<br />
Will become the paradigm of insanity<br />
<br />
All among the overknown absurd monotony...<br />
Coarse nothingness soaks me up<br />
Same mistakes once more<br />
Damage more than ever<br />
<br />
Perhaps we'll try to distill from the entangled plot<br />
Of livings, memories, thoughts...<br />
The core of our own sickness<br />
<br />
All among the overknown absurd monotony...<br />
Coarse nothingness soaks me up<br />
Same mistakes once more<br />
Damage more than ever