Lonely’s death smiling.
Walking down the barren hill.
She sees the sky.
It’s hopeful green.
When silence growls.
Has someone spoken yet?
Oh none has spoken yet.
Ab tacent, clamant
Ab tacent, clamant
Don’t let it tear you inside.
Let it rise among those traps.
Marionette, is time to grab and pull those strings
you will be muted and thrown down
Unless you find the way to let your shadow growl.
Absence of uniqueness
Torn it down.
Let it burn mundane to ashes.
Don’t let it tear you inside.
Let it rise among those traps.
Marionette, is time to grab and pull those strings
you will be muted and thrown down
Unless you find the way to let your shadow growl.
Absence of uniqueness
Torn it down.
Let it burn mundane to ashes.
“The shadow personifies everything
that the subject refuses to acknowledge about himself'
and represents a tight passage,
a narrow door,
whose painful constriction
no one is spared
who goes down to the deep well.”
Don’t let it tear you inside.
Let it rise among those traps.
Marionette, is time to grab and pull those strings
you will be muted and thrown down
Unless you find the way to let your shadow growl.
