THE ENTIRE SOLITUDE
Be dead to the world, when nothing more to proof
Dream a little frantic idol, smuggling a weed to the God
Repent later; we are mankind of a servant
Let there be drunk, and the cheerless smile still recline above the mirror
Nameless reflection
We twist, we miss, we've steal our grieves
No one coming, nothing shocking
Our soundless oath
Our sightless smile
Revolve
Evolve
In to a zilch
And the window stays close
People stay deaf
Eyes seas nothing
World stays unfilled with their naked dream
We were pretend above their faithless charm