Artista

Thabu

REBORN

2012

3 FICTIONATING THE PRESENT

The terror is breaking your soul
That has been digging deep into your heart
In rage you have hidden yourself by your wrong
And turning to ashes your truth

Asfixiate and pain
You’re judging your unconscious mind
Torturing your own
In the dark ruins of your cold dawn

You’re reality is now so confused
The ashes are blinding your mind
Your lies takes your innocence, fading to black
Exorcizating all your cells

Now pain has gone
Alone you are, you’re exposed to yourself
Without pride, an empty soul
Without pride, an empty soul, your body is now
Harvesting all the abyss with the reality

Slave of misunderstanding
Your defeat has burried yourself
Victimizating your inner dark being
You’re dressing in white all your glory

All your fears have lost your voice
Without illusion, you won’t save yourself

Now pain has gone
Alone you are, you’re consuming your own
Without pride, an empty soul
Your mind is now betraying your thoughts, blinding your eyes

Every empty failed step
Senseless hole in your soul
Dilapidating your days
Aura in solitude

When you finally
find an absolute instant
Through your dark monotony
Fictionating the present
So you will feel free on the meantime
Forever free you will be, if you can escape from your mind
Before your fall, in the end of the abyss
Buring into yourself and, find you again.