Breathing slowly, mechanical heartbeat.
losing contact with the living.
Almighty TV unplugged, hybrid, empty brain.
don't see anything real in the game.
The tension is building constantly.
No reason just a reflex I have, driven by clockwork.
I try to keep an eye open,
And I realize I haven't closed my eyes in a long time.
Neglected emotions lead to catastrophic voyage on the other side.
I have been given so much stress and lack of confidence.
I've been given the gift of so small hope deep inside,
I haven't closed my eyes in a long time, I am trying.
I cannot stomach these forms and colors anymore
but I'm here to continue, after all I have been through.
I try to keep my eyes open, I am realizing..
This life and death more precious than anything.
I won't bring no material in the after life.
Take no possessions, I would rather travel light.
I'm of this kind that kills all day,
but I don't know yet how to die.
Art of dying, is the way to let all go.
Within I practice in the secret of my soul.
My shape in the reflector
has now for ever, a life on it's own|
