Do you feel what you're really missing,
Do you see what's coming through,
Do you live for all the shadows,
Now its time to see the truth.
Do you feel the stars breathing?
Can't you see behind the mist?
Are you on this charm of sinking,
Through the ocean of deceased.
Do this life be a trouble?
Does it shine on other souls?
Did you smile, did you wander?
The broken roads as the drum rolls.
Did you seek defeat when you won?
Do you feel for the restless strife?
Or like a remorseless heart you keep trying,
When instead you miss all the life.

Hey, wake up to this living dream,
Strangled minds of future hope.
We are all atoms of naive serenity,
Fused with an higher scream.
To explore the theatrics of nature,
To acknowledge the only truth,
As working hands and support shoulders,
The crimes of untutored youth.
We have got to change our road,
Exchange the tires,
We had to hold so long,
Now the pain inspires.
They tell there's millions to touch,
That there's hope in hats.
For craves my heart to ride away to the absolute,
Like the ghosts of a burning cigarette.
Did they tell what was missing?
The eyes to see, peace at our time.
Did the books see fit?
Or they screamed of literal garbage.
For we may be unpolished gold pebbles,
For we may seem to be amateurs,
But once we swim into the seas,
The impurities fades as the gold shades,
And we welcome our hands to the ***** feast.

Bow down to that maroon sundress,
That claimed many hearts and fame,
Rift aside the mysterious gloom,
Sorry the waves that has gone insane.
Shower the dust of breathing colours,
Wreck my boat of hope,
Glimpse the labels of your cold skin,
Tie me up by your robust rope.
Cut me deep, right my wrong,
Show my endless efforts a parade,
On a fair night, take a leap,
Swim with me in summer lemonade.
So ring the church bells hard and low,
This man had done a sin,
Fire the guns and leave me stranded,
I am high on your love gin.

The pink floss and brunette eyes,
Wild smile and lavender goodbyes,
Has embraced the stains of heartbreak,
Has surrendered to the night skies.
The silly little heart tried,
To mend its way to a good night,
While the city laughed and smiled,
While for mad insomniac Elizabeth,
She cried, she cried.

If I could hold this darkness inside,
If I knew how to shut this from life
But everything has kept me, inspired
And now I am just a setting night.
Soon cometh the light, with an open heart,
That tends to beat by orange spark.
This river blue, spelled in shame,
As the seasons change, so as you.
So, tell, what is life in all its black and white,
Share me the song that makes us fight to reach the dawn,
Do you see, the apocalyptic soul has lied,
Do you know, where it has been.
Do you seek it's meaning?

The waves of intoxicated clouds,
Rifled with the gun powder,
At the labels of green dark stripes,
Where we sat like bloomed flowers.

The light from the far beyond,
Has stood on the sublime figure,
Where the lost place dipped in silence,
Has been warmed by my sweater.

Thy the alchemy of nature leaves,
With a rift of that muse hemp,
Has stood this night's track,
And the eyes smiled as an oil lamp.

The night's tale has rowed to my old memory,
The storm has had a swift end,
Through hard life, and surrenders,
I still miss those guilty cents.

Its like a chorus of that song,
The change of the night star,
Swimming in that far seeking beauty,
With the slow strums of a guitar.

With all the troubles left behind,
In this lease of the true life,
Like an anxious traveller,
In all new adventures strife.

This earnest new touch of life,
In the untouched dark moon,
Has stepped in this crazy light,
Holding the map to the blue lagoon.

The hands were always *****,
With all the tricked mess,
The sea was always the deeper jump,
Yet the stars dressed to impress.

For the metal hands were ever rusted,
For this life was like carved stone,
Always beaten with hardness,
And walking out a sharp firestone.