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