If your eyes lie
I know how to believe with mine
If your eyes lie
They want to look at mine
If your eyes lie
You're the liar

We are world creators
We are creators of time
We hide our world in our time
We don't let it go for a second
We don't let it be a world

I suffer now
Because my past has suffered
I can't be unfair to my past
He suffered for me to be here

When you gave me your first word
You destroyed time
When I look back
All I can see is you

Here I am
Being me
No feel for me
Here I am

Depression?
How can you name my mind?
I have no name
My mind is my mind

I lose in everything
Past is the loss
Present is to lose
Future is what loses me

I don't know what I paint
I like to color without drawing first
Nothing fills
Nothing remains unfulfilled
Nothing is missing
There is no limit to the color to end
Every moment I create with my ink a filled color
That creates the always filled drawing
But my ink lives so it ends
But the smaller the more life it has
What remains is not the drawing that remained
What remains is each place each color maintained
Die
Fill
Always filled