This suspicion is such a foul contradiction

And my addictions there's no prescriptions

This tradition is just a competition

And my disposition has begun its demolition

This prediction is of extinction

Feel the breeze, the sway of the trees

The gentle kiss of the crisp snowflakes

The howl of the cold as it takes hold

The arrows of light keep pouring from the stars
As ours flees from fright of fight

Wolfs sound, the signal is strong and clear

They'll tear me apart, but I'm already torn

No tears are shed, no feeling passes by

I'd cry, but then again why?
If only to die with a sigh.

You stood still with thirst
split at the end of a road
preferring to let your feet think first

The roads begin to part
you can see vaguely
the shore swaying softly
the heavens displaying their art

And the other some what twisted round
never quite sure where it may end
if it may, but if it may, bring you back around

But you listen to the sway of the sea
then the beat of your heart
your dreams meet your soul
dis trot you perceive, but still you can not see

Side to side you can't decide this
but such a choice should not exist
unless ignorance is bliss

So that beat of your heart becomes perfected
the thirst begins to merge
and now its seen clearly
will bent and heart forfeited

Dream and soul collide
bringing back your heart twice the size
they march swiftly to where you want to be, no, where you ought to be.

All my dreams...

Here they are painted on the halls.
The reflections of my life, and I could not be more satisfied.

The dreams they change a new color each day.
The walls they rearrange, doors close each moment.

And windows grow smaller, but I couldn't be taller.