We cannot strip off from
Our emotional chaos
As if it was borrowed clothes
Covering our true self
This is what entirely shape
The actions to which we commit
That we soon merely drape
In a clank of wit
Whoever thinks he is speaking
By the free decree of his will
Or keep silent, or do anything
Is living a daydream
Elation or disarray
Passions are the potent forces leading us along the way
Within this mayhen
Reason is solace but doesn't have empire over them
Chaos, the mighty
Craddle of casuality ruling over reality
Kairos, the right time
To embrace disorder in order to sire the sublime
Our free will is so frail
Volition is but a judge
Lifting more and more the veil
On what drive us
What we seek through reason
Is only to understand
The sole way to craft freedom
Within our hands
Speaking out for justice
Observing silence of the wise
By conscious decree of the will
Is living with open eyes
Elation or disarray
Passions are the potent forces leading us along the way
Within this mayhen
Reason is solace but doesn't have empire over them
Chaos, the mighty
Craddle of casuality ruling over reality
Kairos, the right time
To embrace disorder in order to sire the sublime
