DANCiNG WiTH THE LiFELESS

Look, my friend! Look at the sky... A new day awakes of a poor light.

As reality doesn't really exist. Only the immaterial swing of our meanings

Shapes the real. And all our lies we pretend as truth re-organizes the skein of our life.

Reality doesn't exist, only the untruth... And it spays on the day a colour of the opacity...

We lie...

to all each others,

to our friends more to our enemies,

to our past so to our future,

and,

we lie finally to ourselves.

Look, my friend, look at the eyes... A new mirage's awake of a poor truth.

As sentiment doesn't really exist. Only our believe build our faith,

Only our faith elevates our perfection. So look how we aren't firm believers!

We hear the noise of our agony and confuse it with God's speaking.

And we confuse our fantasy with the reality. Fantasy can modulate the reality,

But only through our act. If our acts are false, then we lie to hide our fail,

To accord our present to fit our dream. Coz we are nothing, we do not exist.

We just dream ourselves.

We lie...

to all each others,

to our friends more than to our enemies,

to our past so to our future,

and,

we lie finally to ourselves.

Look, my friend, watch the clouds at the horizon... They say the incoming rain.

Could it be not made of the tears we gonna pour on the floor of tomorrow.

And so finaly, I will be dancing with the lifeless