Anachronic

The Mortal Feeling

Anachronic


Still unchanging time of cognition 
Hard to judge it through the blood 
Ending my ilusions, it`s the last semblance 
Not easy judgement throught the blood-in my eyes 

Come with me, my body, look will take away 
Surface`s falling to the sky-don`tknow why 
Into the nightly haze, I am here to stay 

Acquiescence, something strange what I`m feeling 
Open my hands-Whose are they?-With their palms are chilling 

Come with me, blue body, look will take away 
My own face I`m seeing, together flying higher 
Into the nightly maze, looking for my shades...