Diary of Dreams

I'm bursting all your bubbles

I'm cold while you deceive

I don't care 'bout your troubles

I pray to get some sleep



Define the state of matter

Declare your eyes the war

You should have known it better

but still you wanted more



Mystical, not physical

Is there faith enough for all these souls

Hysterical, not logical

Is there room enough for all their shells?



Pale forces in fake environment

and biblical speeches so full of regret



Strange voices so full of agony

It sounds like it reaches deep into my head



Suffocate, deliberate

It is within, it is without

Gestures, eyes and invocations

It hides somewhere,

waiting - for he is yet to come...



I begged for answers all my life!

Is it true crime to say the truth?



This world is darker...

This life is darker...

...darker than before.