crawling up my spine I feel the ice
bursting fire flames inside my mask, chopping down blood
the night is still young
birds flow through the sky shouting lost hopes
only glimpses on the mirror moon
inside us there is only passion
we want to live for our own transformed ego
learning to love the hate
and hate the love
transmigrated souls in a catharsis of beliefs
the temple never sleeps
stones don't understand the flowing of time
water flows down the mountain
kissing sand
inside our hands the gold becomes dust
loving is so hard between howls
wolves in the night remind us of our past
sit down
and think
about the years that weren't meant to be
and cry
you have been infested with the thoughts of others
not knowing now
were to find yourself...