(Our life is
like an imprecise clockwork,
made by soft, smoky illusions
Our lifespan is built on whispers,
none of them flows with the same timespeed)
They can stream from the slowly to the fastest way
in a circle that never ends
leading us to corruption and perversion
Our journey ends in the only way possible
Now we finally caught the meaning
Swear, speak about strenght and integrity,
find yourself across the Event Horizon
and promise, dream, think about,
an existance that's already failing
gone away with desires, our bags were full of hope
but now, what remains? The same infinite void.
Through the Blueshift we reached that massive force.
Its echo resonates in our minds, torn by solitude
and our blackest attitude to accept this little life.
This is something we are finally prepared to understand.
Seing this light, we grew up, we took conscience
about life and death, about time, about love.
About ourselves, me, and you.
The severance of all our purposes,
and a full acceptance of a beauty untold.
For whom didn't believe, our life was there,
in front of us, embracing us, in a sweet silence.
(Our journey ends here, within this infinite light.
We left looking for something different,
something new, we were hungry and afraid.
We are the meaning, our choices, the only
possible, are ready to start. A new aeon)