I’m a pebble throw of a catastrophe away from being ok,
whatever those words could mean in these days.  
I-I’ll be ok as the world crumbles into a billion of pieces,
as oceans transform into gaping devouring abysses,
when what is left of humanity is but a whisper in time,
then,
then I’ll be ok.  
What else could you ask of me,
Or, do you perhaps mean what is left of this shell?
You are asking of me when the dead will wake,
when the gods will step up from their slumber in shattering caves?
I-I’ll be fine, don’t you worry love; when I cannot tell but my guess is not the truth you wanted anyway.

Work the bread and the butter to the bone,
Let it penetrate your pores,
Become your very blood,
A part of your soul,
Emerge a hero of your own.

Because if you’re not then who?
Who,
Who,
Who, who will be your own?

A true part of your heart.

Work the bread and butter to the bone,
Be the magic you speak of so,
Have it become your flesh and core,
The vital part of your all,
Emerge victorious on your own.

Because if you’re not then who?
Who,
Who,
Who, who will be your own but you,
Who will be the fuel but you,
Who will have the power but you?

Don’t lie to the single being who is a must for you to have a life,
                                                                          
for you to have it all,
Emerge a…
Emerge vic..
Emerge a…
Emerge vic…

You know thyself too well to lie.

You just started to build an immortal throne,
Legacy,
Heirdom,
What’s been and what to come.  

Even if none remembers.

Your fame might be forgotten,
But the earth remembers the foot sole that touched it,
The print has been made,
With your soul as its name.

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent
Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent
Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent.

On whatever made you survive till the end.

Tailored bricks by tailored bricks,
A start,
A home,
First love and hatred to come.

Even if you forget that custom made second.  

Your domain might be conquered,
A dragon takes a seat on your treasure heap,
Lungs filled with tar and sot,
Your dust is still a part of the earth as you rot.

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent
Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent
Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent.

On whatever made you survive till the end.

The end,
Bitter but also sweet.

The end,
Your enemy and friend.

The end,
Not a punctuation but a semicolon.

The end,
Not a closed window but a new door.

Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent
Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent
Even if none remembers, your time wasn’t wasted it was just spent.

On whatever made you survive till the end.

Fumble little toe further may you grow; the tumbleweed is a playground for practice
Wayward to a vast world may it hold you to the earth
Where there is fortune; poverty; glory; starvation and duty.

Stumble little toe the more you ever know, the tumbleweed is part of the experience
Oh, so little you’ve seen, and thy feet can cover only cover so much
Don’t you worry, the theatre; storytellers; night-time stories will explain it.

The pace of your epic crumbles,
It is so life will forward you like an arrow.

Death is nothing to fear,
It welcomes, nonetheless.

Your fruit is to create as the universe did for you.

Yes, little toe this is where the song ends sharp, the tumbleweed could never wish to harm you
Abruptly we say our goodbyes because you are ready for a while
Good night.

It is hard, isn’t it?
We tell ourselves yes because all have a definitive answer to it.
A full stop that is the peculiar reason, which a focus on “the”.
Not realizing, not embracing that we are “the” complication.
Our world could shatter and fall; utter destruction could befall us all—
Our attitude decides our fate; one can smile while facing death.
It is hard isn’t it, to be?

To enter one, to abolish flesh, to create— it is to satisfy a craving, it is to nurture the world
What dear kind world would that ever be?
That it is held beyond humanity, above goodlihood— passion is a test of perseverance
To match colours which have always been and always will be, the soul is closest when it dies
Repeatedly, over and over to love the hands who fulfil it more than it loves itself
It is to be dark, *****, naked, dying for the colours one sees
So, let us die, let us be reborn
In love
In death
In sickness so depraved
Lash unto my very being, please oh please do not behave
Would it be more enjoyable in silence or to die in colours together?
Lash unto my very soul, let us be reborn
Could one ever be another, could one ever see another?
To truly be one is to relish the desire; deny it; act it; fight it; love it
Dance on top of creation in heaven as well as in hell
In love
In death
In sickness, all I well
To enter into one
To be one
To be
Colours.

A dead leaf in the wind
Two mountains they’re twins?

Who could imagine?
Who could imagine,
                                it’s so small?
Who could imagine?
Who could imagine,
                                   it’s so tall!

So black, so dark, so white such a shark
                              It is eating me
                                     eating me
                                            apart.
So vicious, so lovely, so deadly such a warm heart
                             It is eating me
                                    eating me
                                            apart.

                        Apartment class,
                                a castle vast.

Who could imagine?
Who could imagine,
                               it’s so small?
Who could imagine?
Who could imagine,
                                  it’s so tall!

I love what I hate
I hate what I love.

Isn’t it strange,
        isn’t it?
                 isn’t it?
       isn’t it?
                 isn’t it?

So black, so dark, so white such a shark
                              it is eating me
                                     eating me
                                            apart.
So vicious, so lovely, so deadly such a warm heart
                             it is eating me
                                    eating me
                                            apart.

I’m a crime; I’m a shame; I’m to blame, lovely.
                                           lovely,
                                    just lovely,
                                            lovely.
I’m a crime; I’m a shame; I’m to blame, lovely.


You cannot describe me,
   except it hurts so good.

                              So good.

You complete me
Utterly save me
For you the fear hides
My angel choir

                           My demise
                           My failures that arise
                           None but you
                           Could tremble this softened heart
        

         I praise the joy
         Humbled finally
         From the first
         To the last



                                     I'm already lost
                                     Deeper than any ocean traverse
                                     Forget me, for I  
                                     I love.

Wayward off you go towards where your feet take you
Wayward daughter, wayward son
To the end of the world, we go
Towards the edge of soil and liquids
To the end, we go.

Stubborn deceit,
                           love is a foreign air—
                                                            ­ we become the clothing we wear.

Wayward we go, to imagine our immortality;
to our sorrow; to our horror; to our heartless core, we found nothing more.

If our fate is to climb to the stars, a rule must be set never to forget the dirt, from which we were born. We become the clothing we wear.

Is it so that life chants melodies of death while death hums lullabies of life—
Tributes of the kindred, of devotion, of love.
Sweetest of longing, of belonging to be one; life sends death gifts; death returns the favour.
Wouldn’t it be so? Life gives birth to a souvenir; it evolves; it grows; it transforms. At the very end of the journey however it started, ended and all the parts in-between—the gift is received.
It is treasured as one of a kind, kindred, as one of life as one of death, kindred.
Wouldn’t it be so? Death partakes in it, value it beyond means to which we could fathom that the only thing death could send back is the essence; the soul; the spirit of what life gave.
It is treasured as one of a kind, kindred, as one of death as one of life, kindred.
Kindred.

Safe and sound, boundless and ageless
Locked up in a cage, shackled and ageless.

Nit-picky fury, is the lash someone else’s or your own?

Words with no meaning, no colour, no sound
Words in a bottle in the ocean in the hope of being found.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.

In consequence, how the story eventually ends
Long may the road be, savouring each detail along the edges.

Eager to please, you do as you prefer—as you wish.

Maddening is the cruelty, how a warrior should lack frailty
As if the Greek gods did not provide mistakes of their own.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.

You’ll manage though you’ll cry
You’ll crave love, you’ll desire.

Heal-
       thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind
Heal-
        thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind.

You need control; you need to be heal-thy, your soul is in shackles
Isn’t it overrated to have it all under control; let live, let die, let the flame arise.

It isn’t where we are going, where our aim direct us
It is if we live while our shoes carry our bodies on our way there.

Heal-
       thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind
Heal-
        thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind.

“Loud clap” Fight, if you wish to have a heal-thy life, directed of your own
No one but you can make the decisions, none, none, none but you control you.

It isn’t where we are heading, where our hearts direct us
It is if we live to the fullest while our footprints guide the way.


Heal-
       thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind
Heal-
        thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind.

Mm, mm, mm
Isn’t it sweet?
Mm, mm, mm
Isn’t it lovely?

We’re a combination of chemicals trying their best to work
We’re a formula sometimes correct but most of the time a little faulty
No one was given guidelines for her composition
No one was given guidelines for how her life should be used.

Heal-
       thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind
Heal-
        thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind.

You come to slay the monster; you fumble into its den; you hear shrieks, noises, moans—oh all these noises. Here it is! It baffles you, terrifies you; you fell in love. It is the fairest of portraits; the most horrifying image to be seen… Low and behold! It is a mirror, a mirror, a mirror. Could it be anything less than a mirror? You stare into the abyss, into heaven—to a face close to your heart. It is a battlefield, a war beckons; the fight of your life is now. Will you flee or fight? Choices oh choices they terrify you even now. Swords, shields, arms of all kind lay at your feet—the face whispers: Fight me. You ready yourself bare to the teeth, no weapons, no clothes fresh out of the womb you scream “Fight me!” Can you hear the howls? Taste the pouring blood? Acknowledge both sides? It is a battle between gods; goddesses; lovers; fiends. One side shout “You!” The other “Me!” Can you see the scars? Taste the dripping sweat? Acknowledge both sides? Face to face both in fear, both in anger, both in love—screaming, shouting, whispering “Fight me.”

We’re too easy, aren’t we, too complicated, aren’t we?

Life is a disorganised show, aspire to it enjoy
as it progresses as a circle, round and round.

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

We’re obsessed, how troublesome, we’re the “best”, how troublesome.

I’ll die at the end of each night, to be reborn
As a saviour as an executioner—life’s too kind.

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

You’ll have to understand, as I’ve by misunderstanding
You can find something beautiful even if you do not comprehend it.

You’ll have to understand, as I’ve by misunderstanding
Your perfection is not the only beauty on earth.

Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?
We have to fight our own battles, battle our wars, being a child was so beautiful.

We have to fight, but not ourselves.

Life, a fruit consumed, it gives, it takes;
the cost has always been the same:
Everything.

It is beautiful, in its unfairness, in its strangeness,
In its unforgiveness, in its colours.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Then honestly look, life can be anything
Also, absolutely nothing.

Life, a fruit grown, given, taken, eaten.

Thank you, sincerely, thank you.
For the gift of time that I treasure,
a legacy without measure, it may not seem much at first thought.
However, the gift of time;
cannot ever be valued enough.
It is a treasure of trust
one would say it is a must.
Time of all gifts cannot be taken back;
when given it is merely given.
Therefore, your time; your effort;
your dearest days and years.
I adore them the most.
I love every second the most.

Sincerely, thank you, for your time.

Coffee, to be able to wake up
Pills so I can sleep
Cigarettes for the brutal anxiety
Alcohol for “fun”.

No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
These things are but *******.

Our mouth a telephone
Our view of the world moving pictures
Our reason a radio  
Our mother, our father a CPU.

No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
These things are but *******.

Though…

I’ll bleed
I’ll sweat
I’ll cry.

These things are but *******.

I’ll bleed
I’ll sweat
I’ll cry.

These things are but *******
The whole world is but coke.

Capital,
Attire,
Art,
Pride.

These things are but coke
I love you so
I love you so.

Morning coffee—
You are what you wear when you are alone.

#Braveryisbreakingalifelonghabit

Utterly defeated;
the glass has lost every ounce of grained filled sand.
The questions remain, the answer the same—
A mere loss is but a lesson to learn.
As pieces are puzzled together,
the nakedness isn’t too bad,
for what once was bitterness repeated;
is now freedom an experience noted and heard.

Are you it, who kept, keeps calling wolf?

Wildly, blindly, a blind child may be
Who am I to say, who am I to blame

Are you it, who kept, keeps, calling wolf?

Throw the first rock; you’re stuck up
Glass castles tend to fall to pieces easier

Who are we together, we kept, we keep calling wolf.

Disagree, belief; your naked clothing
It is a piece of the puzzle, which is growing

Could it complicate me less, could it compliment me less?
As the pieces fall the heart calls

Animals, animals who keep calling wolf.

Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a detail— you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
Is this you, you are you.

Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a piece—you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
It this you, you are just you.

Kept, keeps calling wolf
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf.

The board is prepared,
chess piece by chess piece
lives regarded moreover disregarded.

It is a battle;
          it is a war,
                    fates against fates.

They clash, they soar, they roar.

Sheep and lion,
                    prey, predator,
                               is this all?
Not that it has to be, a chess piece
does not have to be merely a pawn.

Move your queen, move your king— your heart and soul.

Imagine, imagine; a drop of water is a world of its own,
a single snowflake a universe.
The time it took for its descent,
stars came to be, and planets forged.
From bacteria to man, in its lapse.
Nothing is ever what it seems to be;
there is always more than the eye can see.
Imagine, imagine; a starlit sky, the seeds of stars plucked,
planted across the sky to grow.
A star glows as it ripens,
it is consumed by the eternal dusk;
one little night amongst the stars that lit the sky.

Would you ever believe such a story?
It is profound but magical, isn’t it?

Dear protagonist, it is the antagonist writing a simple letter,
I am devoting myself to explain my faithfulness,
The only way I can, my love, for you to appreciate,
I’ll ruin the world, to prove my worth,
I’ll be unpleasant because that is the one path I understand,
How else, how else could you ever hold me?
It is not ballad humanity will sing,
However, please do consider; whom else can ever fathom my desire?
Ruin lies at our feet, fate and destiny is not ours to keep,
If I but for one moment could see your scarlet eyes, I would,
No river,
No god,
No queen,
No king,
No mountain,
No slaughter,
Would stand in the way of my pure black heart,
If I could see your smile as I fall,
As the world is victorious,
As I am imprisoned,
As I crumble,
As I fall,
At least I could see you once more,
There is an orchestra performing when you use that golden tongue of yours,
It is a pleasure; it has always been,
That the demons whom haunt me, you and you alone can control,
It is a paradise, my love, to be the wildfire you extinguish,
May hellfire consume me, as long as the last glimpse,
Is your face, protagonist, this is my faith, my belief,
I do love you, now, let me fall, further than ever,
Though never further than you can reach, my heart.

Shelter me from a playground of indecisions
Bury my fear and grant me that my hope brings me visions

I am never whom I was
I am never these illusions  

The child in me still searching for absolution.

I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
More than fire and rain
More than sticks and stones
A home

A castle of glass misguiding emotions that are born
Never growing younger the age outdoing the clock

Decisions growling
Decisions howling

The child in me still looking for a flower.

I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
More than fire and rain
More than sticks and stones
A home

A home
A home
A home
A home

Welcome home to childhood dreams
Welcome home to a destiny
Welcome home to a fragile heart
Welcome home

I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit.

A door opens another close; you rise, you fall,
it is the grace of life, to be one, to be alone.
It is an empire of dust and fruits; one leads to the other,
life and death hand in hand— it is just life.

It is just life to have it all; it is just life you’ll never know;
which seed will crumble or which will grow.

You’ll fear it; you’ll love it so, up and down,
the carousel goes, to be found, to be completely lost.
The caravan of life moves on, despite unfairness,
your fate is yours—it is just life.

It is just life to ****** to hell; it is just life you’ll never know;
which seed will crumble or which will grow.

You’ll love it,
You’ll hate it,
You’ll dream about it,
You’ll forsake it.

You’ll love it,
You’ll hate it,
You’ll dream about it,
You’ll forsake it.

It is just life, rough lovingly life;
it is just life, a blessed sin, life.

A door opens another close; you’ll choose hope or despair,
nothing is wrong as well as nothing is fair—
when the dice roll one or six.

It is just life; it is just life,

do what you will and can.

Flaws, are they not beautiful? Explain, describe what you are without them. Agreed, the wonders of the body and soul are what most search for, the island of quirks is often invisible enough. That is worrisome, even gods of old, wore these, wore them and shared them. Our mortality is clarity with them, no matter the divinity in our roots.

Simple little flaws, a rather significant part of who we indeed are.

I’d dare to say: in the end, we marry the flaws, not the perfection.

To change the world, if one can,
is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

It’s alright,
It’s alright
It’s alright.

To change the world, if one can,
Is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

Imagine just two, two lives,
colliding faster than the speed of light.

Imagine more, than simply two,
conflict is the child issued.

It’s alright,
It’s alright,
It’s alright.

Heart against heart, world against world—
Is there a difference?
Is there a cause?

It could all be a dream, a fantasy for just me—

Would I ever notice?
Would I ever bother?

It’s alright,
It’s alright,
It’s alright.
To change the world, if one can,
is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

No clear guidance for our cause,
it is meaningless, it all.

You are alone amongst thousands,
even in the arms of those you love.

It’s alright,
It’s alright,
It’s alright.

A war is a war; a man is a man—
a fruit on a tree that grows or will pass on.

You’d ask what life’s greatest gift is
You’d ask what the most precious kiss is

When moonlight dances upon your skin;
when an empire chose you to win.
It is the fall of man as we know,
it is a cherry blossom petal storm.

You’d ask me what I see
You’d ask me to believe

I see stardust walking in the streets,
feet that dance for the weak.
Mother nature blesses your soul,
let this one the world's happiness hold.

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

What do I see, what do I see?
Magic, standing before me,
it is in your blood, your bones.

What do I see, what do I see?
Magic coursing through me,
it is in your blood, your bones.

Grow as old as ancient trees,
be as weary as tales of old—
would my paradise be less? No.

Roar your battle cry against all gods,
be the devil itself—
would my ecstasy be less? No.

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

You are the most priceless war, a cruel love
You are the demon in us all, a cruel love

I’d want nothing less; I’d expect nothing less.

Your name, your name
Your name, your name

It is in the fall.
                  Fall.
                  Fall.
                  Fall.
                         We rise.
                 Rise.
         Rise.
Rise.

It is in being lost we are found,
it is in being bound we are freed.

Live, learn; prosper—rise.

Not only one chance; it is in your entire life.

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.

Queen and king of the winter kingdom revived their very first child; the child fell from the sky;
it vanished on a warm cheek, though the little child was not alone—if had plenty of siblings.
Snowflakes of the queen and king rained from the sky, covering the northern isle;
as they fell they aged; they danced; they screamed of joy.

Winter has come to greet the world, in a white dress; in a breeze of cold; in darkness;
also, it welcomes the world through the little white lights falling.
The children of the queen and king greet all the species below, with tiny little hugs and kisses;
short in their life, but wonderous to the world as they fall.

Be greeted children of ice; of nothing warm; of winter long, we salute you back.
As your siblings will fall, remember you are beautiful, not always fondly remembered but beautiful.

Put the weight of the world;
that is chained to your ankle;
where it now belongs.

It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.

The carousel keeps spinning;
not the fairest kind;  
Though, does it need to be?

It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.

The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform?
The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song.

Freedom and a crown;
duties and vows;
a fate messy and blind.

It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.

A single little home;
found by chance;
where you can sing tunes of your own.

It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.

The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform?
The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song.

The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform?
The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song.

It was never about if you are strong;
it was never about if you are wrong.

Choose your own lines; choose your own dress; choose your own way to act in this mess.

The theatre of life continues its performance—and you are the acting star.

It is a new age, we need a new face—a single human soul.
To be the spitting image of our cause.

“Two loud claps.”

The old won’t do, the revolution calls—we choose between lesser of evils in us all.
This is it for humankind.

“Two loud claps.”

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.

A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.

Do you think, we can explain ourselves?
If the end of days has a judge can you explain your heart?

“Two loud claps.”
Whether or not we are right or wrong, if we’re weak or strong;
could we hand in hand ever show the thoughts we have?

“Two loud claps.”

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.

A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.

‘Cause it can never be ours,
‘cause it can never be ours.

Naturally, naturally,
I’m domesticated cattle living the high life,
I’m preaching peace when I need to fight.

Naturally, naturally,
life is a wonder watching from the sideline, “hmmhmm”
life is a dangerous occupation when monotony is the worst vice. “hmmhmm”

Domesticated cattle do run along now,
your peak performance is in nigh—when you live our life.

Happiness is yours to find,
you are the main character, believe us.

You are the peak of the drama,
you are the soul of our story,
as long as you follow the script,
as long as you learn your lines,
as long as you do not question us.

Life is beautiful.

Naturally, naturally,
The throne is mine, “hmmhmm”
the kingdom is a birthright. “hmmhmm”

Naturally, naturally,
Do work until you die treasure will satisfy, “hmmhmm”
no one knows how still it will right? “hmmhmm”

Domesticated cattle do run along now,
your peak performance is in nigh—when you live our life.

Happiness is yours to find,
you are the main character, believe us.

You are the peak of the drama,
you are the soul of our story,
as long as you follow the script,
as long as you learn your lines,
as long as you do not question us.

Life is beautiful.

It is to do or die,
it is flight or fight,
it is high noon on a dark night.

Life is beautiful,
life is beautiful,
life is beautiful.

As long as you follow the script,
as long as you learn your lines,
as long as you do not question us.

Life is beautiful.

To let dreams be just imagination, to let it be nothing but a thought; abolishing it from being an aspiration—the core to which whom you are.

Is there anything more devilish?

Than to let yourself fall…
                                    To let your dreams be just dreams.
                                                         However silly they are.
To let the little coffee shop be unreachable; let the song never be sung in a hall. It is all for nought if you cannot embrace the silliness of it all.

Hellfire life cannot be the judge.

The world should never be the victor.
                                Never be the solution.
                                                 The truth.
Your dream, your life; your love—your heart.
The little coffee shop is silly but warm.

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.