Из альбома: In Pieces on the Lunar Soil
[Music: Campilho Lyrics: Dias]
["This one is another bitter letter to a finally forgotten one. It talks about good memories falling apart, when you look at old pictures and cannot feel the happiness you had when you took them. Everything begins to die when we no longer regard these moments as eternal, even though we have always known nothing is. When we can imagine something dead, this thing is already dying."]
Almost catching the spirit again
Recovering my deeds done in vain
All the tears that I have shed
When my ways were all misled
Have shown me the other face of fate
Have taught me the real meaning of hate
Colliding truth and dreams - reality is worse than it seems
Searching, never finding the touch of God on my face
The moment I died is written on the wall:
a picture of me waiting on your fall
Almost reaching the silence again
It keeps surrounding me until I surrender
Thoughts bringing kindness and anger
Both life and death embrace me together
Shall I decide the side I'm in forever?
Always at war with my conscience
breathing the losses of existence
Building reasons to believe the lie
Words smell like past - shall I speak my last
forging limits to my private sky
could not be that fast - afterlife's one more test