and escape is still the same
This greeting I send to you.. of ill and fate.
Your eyes are streaming the ghosts that haunt.
I feel your soul, the contradiction in your every move.
Here lies your beauty and your hate, your destruction.
Silent perfection, still clothed in black.
This dream is only for the night to make real.
The world that is completed only rests here.
[alone the grasp of time has withered the hope to nothing.. this escape in moments makes everything seem so dead]