Linking the paradox of time into one certain line,
Shattered roses have had their oxygen declined,
Nails covering beneath the basement of fear,
the wrath of air silhouettes as unmatched fingers entwine.

"Pink"the color she whispered to convince the museum guard,
"Paradise" the word she used to describe what silence scarred,
Tellin the guard to close the door so she can suffocate with art,
A form of prayer she once made to establish that life is hard.

Legacy she slowly drips from the edges of her chin,
Golden pride she easily gives to the black and white sin,
Dimension rapidly tightening the angle of her wrist,
Swans freely moving in the wide sea of her palm spring.

Heroins's heroic sense no need to be used,
Faint at the rise of consciousness after feelings are abused,
Depth never measured because the hole is too black,
Surface never touched because the colors have been confused.

You can't grow a tree with a flower seed,
Some people are just off by being small,
Maybe sometimes the best way to lead,
Is by not leading at all.

An endless sets of chains with trying to satisfy,
Everyone you fear from and hide,
All will establish their theories to defy,
Everything that already been defied.

Enough is just a word that is enough to write,
Nothing is enough the way it should,
If you were made of gold they'll say your light hurts our sight,
You shine so much and that's noy good.

Not everyone must be planned for something big,
Some people fate with them never fit,
If i was made to dig a hole then i shall dig,
But if i wanted to stay please let me sit.

So kind of you telling me who to be,
Trying to save the last grain of your pride,
Wanting to inherit your dreams to me,
It's not my fault that your dreams died.

Afters the Roars of the Thunder You'll taste the purity of the rain,
After the sweetness of the memory you'll memorize it with pain,
But though every beautiful thing cost more than just a dime,
you have to live those moments because you'll never control time.
And after every lover's deep love he'll be ****** to be insane,
And behind every fading smile of abel there's always some cain,
behind every innocent man in jail there's a freeman made the crime,
And before every person's prayer there's always a bell that chime.

Beside every earth light's flicker there must be shiny a sun,
And besides every dead bird there's someone who fired the gun,
And though every beautiful thing is priced to be priceless,
every abandoned flower trembles And condemned to be lifeless,
And besides every dreamer child There stands clearly no one,
And besides every proud father there stands his fortunate son,
besides Every portrait of regret is a colorless one of sadness,
behind every wink of happiness there's some smell of kindness.

Under The roof of illusion hides a man afraid from the rain of reality,
And under some expensive suit hides a man with feelings-poverty,
And though every beautiful thing is buried under the clouds,
The green grass managed to cover the motions and the grounds,
under every dreams of childhood Rises the misery of puberty,
And under every blossom tree claims one that it's his property,
under every sigh of silence there's a million forms of sounds,
Yes and under every straight line of thoughts there's questions goes in rounds.