Testo:
from the chosen path worlds pass in distance
ways once important now revealed as false
again the fear to go
and the longing for a home
like a filter always my own projections
on the things that I experience
trying to outrun
the stench of my decay
living within frames
my memories are frozen
falling apart
my brains are broken
in the barren fields new domains unveil
where every impression is a mountain to climb
put down my last defence
floating, feeling the flow
sometimes encounters we touch like swords
but as the warmth comes we fade
desires remaining unspoken
the words are lost
ways once important now revealed as false
again the fear to go
and the longing for a home
like a filter always my own projections
on the things that I experience
trying to outrun
the stench of my decay
living within frames
my memories are frozen
falling apart
my brains are broken
in the barren fields new domains unveil
where every impression is a mountain to climb
put down my last defence
floating, feeling the flow
sometimes encounters we touch like swords
but as the warmth comes we fade
desires remaining unspoken
the words are lost
