There are voices under
under the bottom line
Real life speaks with them
I throw my hands up in the air
I catch the bits of what's been left
The snow was falling from my hands
It doesn't feel like it should have
I hover in half empty glass
The lights I lit are over me
I know I live my dreams again
Somewhere in my head they breath
I've lived with them so many years
I got bored, withdrew my heart
To routine of normal life
A myth is now a drama scene
Superior thoughts surpressed
by over and over and over-again
My foe- the silence with chaos inside
Discuss the fate of things I know
They use the past overwritten by
over and over and over-agin
When body in half-empty glass
Sould knows this fate is not for her
Don't wanna fit the scheme of yours
I'll ruin the walls
there's something more
I've opened the last door
in a room I had made up before
We run while images unfold
Someday this fate will meet my soul
