Anticipation sustains the shock
To Immateria I run from solitude

Gravity binds motionless tears and aspirations

Unsettled minds quiver with passion as madness leads back to a private paradise
A charismatic figure emerges to save me from this senile suicide

Dancing images separate me from the eyeless monsters

Enthusiasm curves my lips as the alchemist invades my consciousness

The drowsy air hums like a savage
and eternity amuses itself on our fluttering lips