Let go as tight as you can
Slip through the velvet
Searching the skyline
Ignoring the firmament

The glow in your plasma
Like magick-coloured oil
Upon a ravaged canvas
Into a tainted soil

Origin of dreams
The solemn art
Grave of all hope
The solemn art

Essence of life
Without true life
Let blood flow
To make it so

Craving for inspiration
Trasforming to desperation
When all you need is a sign
Signs smothered in sighs

Breathe the better life
Until unable to breath anymore
Taste the better side
Embrace your true self, the lie

Origin of dreams
The solemn art
Grave of all hope
The solemn art

Burning cold
To be born old
Transmutate the soul
Spawn something foul