While past never really passes
And time cannot be rewound
A wave of known experiences
Suffering and pain

Yet, never bend the knee!
Awakened, so eyes can see
Surreal whispering voices
Pleasure and ecstasy

Surrealistic plea

Chaotic scenes in the emptiness
Years of loss and growth
A source of strength, reaping jealousy
Crumbling in chaos

So hear me now!

Respect the soul I became
Through the ages still haunting
Stronger and never daunt
In this so desperate chaos