Genesis

Nightmares, a dark flame flickering like butterflies

The best laid plans for the end of this driftwood of a dream

We all want something we can never have and this is it

A song that no one sings, the unspoken and unwritten poetry

If I had a soul then it has gone someplace I cannot reach

Always looking for reflections and dimensions of belief

My nirvana is the unforgiving knowledge that I am me

Sequels to my endless lamentations and disregard for rules

What are we then, if not the abandoned children of god?

What are we then, if not the unwanted offspring of the world?

I envisioned and weaved my dreams only to lock them up

As we all fall apart in this fragile frame, we slowly fall into decay

I continue to open them up, like an itch that I can never get rid off

The nightmare continues and I am still scratching at the walls

The trivial and the tangible hold no meaning to me

Staring at the sea in silence, its fathomless depths seducing me

I am becoming more and more the symbol of my own demise

Consciousness is drifting away and the wretched struggle

The laughter of a madman as the strings no longer hold him in place

Vicious noises, the only medication before the self-destruction

I am of this world no more, I have invoked my last resort

I don't know what I am good for, but I must listen to his voice

Salvation taken away from me, stripped away piece by piece

Disengaged from the harmony of everything acceptable

We exchanged it all, all for this silent ringing in our heads

A collective where we are all saints and eternal

Butterflies, we are all that could have been in this savage garden

Merely a flicker of creation, a passing moment of true beauty

And I have seen it all in the wake of an endless dream

Far away from me, the metamorphosis and the cycle of the lost

My body has now become of the dirt and it is all that I look for

The background world to which my life belongs to