Shaparak's flying too close to the candle
Film is paused
The memories die when the cinema is caught on fire
The tapes lie when a black cloth veils the lens
The eyes blind on purpose when a soul caught on fire
Is taunting your dependence on your fragile life
Do you love yourself more or your children or your wife?
The choice is yours, who's gonna be set on fire?
The choice is yours, will you fly close to the fire?
The sun is a lie, it's just an cognitive illusion
The life malformed, an unholy fusion
The moon is hung from the gallows of the sky
Taunting the fragile existance of life with a faint still smile