L i f e t h r o u g h l i g h t s p e c t r u m

2:30am, mission impossible.

slip out of your skin, take a shot with me
bring closer so i can taste your affection
a taste so foreign
i almost drowned in pool of fantasy

kill my obsession, burn my desires
end those thoughts
and drift them away
towards conformity

brush them forth and make a wish
to have a glimpse on a view
a view so perfect
it matches my delusions

half way there turn on me
drop the guard, but don't sound the alarm
fear it is wrong, but know it feels right
giving in to the taste of foreign

shovel away the guilt
trust me and I'll bring you there
Eden the realm you've been longing for
the paradise you might never imagined

final shot
so it will take me there again
wishing Apocalypse is now
so Eden should not be far away

it is empty
keep your calm, walk the steps
feeling wrong is inevitable
Eden was real, but not you










here is a song...