"Listones of breads of colors
That shine through the day endeavours
That turn to pleasure keepers
That save our deepest secrets"

I haven't figured out, what I'm doing with my time,
So precious in my life
Vanishing day by day.

Why are you afraid?
Why do you let me comfort you?
If we can all be ****** up once
We can all be disciples of time too

Everyone is so obsessed with suffering
Everyone thinks everything is wrong
Everyone preffers to complain
No one looks out through their window
Realizing the perfection of beauty

It all seems so impossible
Excuses of human pain
As if we were all so undesirable
As we were all so wrong
As if beauty was an illusion
We seek what's out of our control

Its cool to be depressed
And everyone has a broken heart
What kind of beings have we created
We can't distinguish hate from love

Everyone wants to be so special
By being a simple pawn
By doing what you are supposed to
By thinking the way you are told
By criticising through appearance
By forgetting about LOVE