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...