Let go as tight as you can
Slip through the velvet
Searching the skyline
Ignoring the firmament
The glow in your plasma
Like magick-coloured oil
Upon a ravaged canvas
Into a tainted soil
Origin of dreams
The solemn art
Grave of all hope
The solemn art
Essence of life
Without true life
Let blood flow
To make it so
Craving for inspiration
Trasforming to desperation
When all you need is a sign
Signs smothered in sighs
Breathe the better life
Until unable to breath anymore
Taste the better side
Embrace your true self, the lie
Origin of dreams
The solemn art
Grave of all hope
The solemn art
Burning cold
To be born old
Transmutate the soul
Spawn something foul
