Seize the pieces of your own inigma and set them the way you like
Set them in your mental cage and create a prismatic key made of guidance and light
Indulge in nights of substance and hedonistic slither
But always hold on to your desire for a decree of immortal vigor
If you let it, your shouts of passion shall turn into whispers as you find yourself drowning in an ocean of comprimise in the middle of a moral winter
Set them in your mental cage and create a prismatic key made of guidance and light
Indulge in nights of substance and hedonistic slither
But always hold on to your desire for a decree of immortal vigor
If you let it, your shouts of passion shall turn into whispers as you find yourself drowning in an ocean of comprimise in the middle of a moral winter
So look into the eyes of your inner mystic spirit of iridescence and your futures desire
and breathe out the ghosts of doubt as you inhale the fire