The past is here Present in memories Hoping that this here and now Will be present in future
We're sewn of experiences We're grown of black and white 'Til the day when fabric get to rip By the reaper almighty
It's easier to leave But who am I to deceive It's harder to stay But sometimes life is gray
Prophecies of a boundless man With a voice that echoes perpetually and With a raw and visceral skin and With a mad and incorruptible sanity
No limits! No boundaries No plays of puppets of flesh No superb joy of sadistic men No whispers No ghostly voices of men, of me No!
Talk to you as I talk to me Express me to you as I talk to me Here and now with the sum Of all experiences, Of all memories, Of black and white, Of gray, Of me, I'll stay, Here and now, I'll stay...