Nakedness is the absolute state of our humanity.
Where nothing is to be hidden,
crook, corner, freckle it is all in the light.
To be naked is not only to be clothe-less,
but it is also to be in the sky beside a star and shine—
to not even disguise our thoughts.

Dreams, desires, vices those are all on display,
it is our willingness to share the darkness that craves us—
naked, first of all to ourselves latter to the starlit sky beside us.

Your vices are on display tonight, naked as you were at birth—

would you mind?

Do we let culture, tradition decide our fate?
Whom we love; whom we fear.

The belief from misunderstandings,
devotion to the lack of education—
steer the wheel.

Is your influence thought through?
Is it within reason; is it justified?

We fear what we do not comprehend.
It is decided, but not by us—
others steer the wheel.

The master of the home, of your kingdom, come.
Is, will and will always remain to be: You.

To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will always remain to be one.

We’re those flowers,
those who need the world to burn,
to bloom.

We’re the highlight of mankind,
Moreover, its fall—
‘cause we’re on the wrong side of history.

Save me, save me,
to save yourself;
I’ll save you, I’ll save you,
to save myself.

To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

When the world crumbles,
you will have a hand in yours,
a hand that’ll never let go.

Let’s follow Icarus,
let’s fall as he did—
we will touch the sun and smile.

Find me, find me,
to find yourself;
I’ll find you, I’ll find you,
to find myself.

To make you smile it is anything but a
skinny love, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

We will remain to be one,
we will remain to be loved,
we will remain to one.

The things I do for your smile,
the things you do for mine.

Building bridges rather than walls,
the kingdom doors remain open for all.
Queen and king are alike;
they invite to dance rather than to fight.
Let colour pour, let warmth be warm,
open the bloodstream and let it in.
Let yourself dream, let yourself soar;
let yourself both lose and win.

Victory is not always to taste a victory;
it is also to taste defeat—it is to build a bridge
rather than a wall.

It is to let the kingdom be open to change,
Let the realm never fear it—
taste utter defeat, laugh, live; learn.

In the end, the castle walls are yours to lower down.

We’ve mastered the vast oceans,
we’ve conquered the open skies,
we’ve dominated life itself.

We are our gods;
our grasp will soon reach even the stars—
humanity is victorious.

It is amusing though, of all things we have achieved,
we still are burdened with hatred and deceit.

We still imagine ourselves as queens and kings,
amongst lesser beings.

We practice prejudice, we as a society hate equality.
We are still afraid of what we cannot comprehend.

Before we subdue the stars, can we at least quell our hearts?

If you could talk to your younger self what would you say?
Would you laugh would you cry, dislike the same?
Love as you do or run away?

Tell her not worry, your world will change,
do not do not be afraid
do not do not be afraid

Tell her: you are enemies.
Tell him: you got to change.

If you could
If you could
If you could talk to your younger self, what would, say?

That sometimes, sometimes,
You must be hurt, to see
Be hurt, to see

Baby steps,
There’s so much, so much that you want to say

If you could see her
If you could see him

What would you do?
What would you do?

If you could, face him
If you could, face her

What would you do?
What would you do?

If you could
If you could
If you could talk to your younger self, what would say?

Light of life, it seems you are losing thy war; dawn and day make a quick exit; midnight prevails for forever more. Stars carry thy burden and mother nature; she cannot hold its soul—you are weaker, even the crown jewels of forest falls.

Time traverse slower, beasts hide, and the air grows cold; the night is hungry; and you, what battle cry can you forge? As a shadow of thy former self; no one can worship a dead gods mould. Merely watching, as the dark broads.

Thy angels are crippled, nothing but dust to the wind; have you perhaps gotten old? Winter is calling; a deep roar is heard on every wall—a voice that has whispered; is now demanding that you hand over the throne. So, what will you answer petty light?

You cannot even melt what is covering the soil; you cannot even light up a home; What is left of mesmerising colours—what is left of thy mighty sword?

Sleep little child, night has come and will stay for a while; carrying thy burden; while you tuck away alone. Will you be remembered, or will rot to the core?

The night is thy empress, citizens of light; midnight won the faithful fight.