The Chasm (MEX)
The Chasm (MEX)
The Chasm (MEX)
The Chasm (MEX)
The Chasm (MEX)
The Chasm (MEX)
The Chasm (MEX)
The Chasm (MEX)
Thru the consequences
I've known that the birds see everything
In the red sky so dense
As I wait in the floor of limitations
My delightful pain and grief
Eyes filled with mourning
Ashes burned prosperity
Erotic mysticism of a abstract thoughts
Following the stair to the pendulum
That controls the equilibrium of myself
Feeling the call of the Chasm
I hope I'll never fall
The windows are open
For a soul tired of search
My force is now unleashed
I claim for my throne's return
To search to wait, to feel
To blaspheme in the god's dream
As I go for my aspirations
The birds will sing with me...