Surrounded by
A veil of stars
That burn my eyes so deep
And let me see further
That's the price of dazzle
The solitude of a dead sun
Don't go any further
You are not the chosen one
Actual Self:
When you believe in a world that slowly defines you
Be ready to feel the flow colliding with your view
False Self:
I don't believe in a world that slowly devours me
And behind the backdoor the gla** is awaiting
Phobos itself
Reminds your spell
When the beginning ends
Dragged by this hurricane
I've just heard the crack, the water follows the track