.
Night, the world, its mine, with nobody else out here
, , ,
Its time, run wild and royally cavalier
.
To burn, ignite, Id do it for so much less
, ,
When all is made clear there is nothing else
,
And here we stand, the sweet arresting duality
, ,
And I come to, its resin all over me
, .
Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
, ?
In this race of two
.
Were an endless stream of choices
Were the softest murmur of voices
-
Without names were fantasising
.
Dancing like flames, mesmerising
, ,
My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies
,
Making waves and diving under
,
Lightning to the sound of thunder
, .
My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies
.
So white, so still, so bright, its almost too painful now
, , , .
Im ready to fight, to run from the light
,
And here now comes the sweet corrupting reality
.
While now Im free, will I once cease to be
, , .
Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
, ?
In this race of two
.
We are momentary masters
Were false kings and bastards
Without names were fantasising
...
We are marionettes by strings animated
Yet like lovers of strings liberated
,
Without names were fantasising
...
Brothers by blood separated
Marionettes animated
Lovers of strings liberated
.
* Google / "POTF"
