Just thoughts are willing to manipulate

Harmony of spirit - that's justice

But that's just a doxy - nothing too faulty

I don't want to have illusion in discovering myself

I need to change and alvays change more

I need colour unexpected like a kaleidoscope

Be a surprise which is mysterious

Constantly be born and dying

Senses are the second stage of my transmission

Ten thousand times better

I don't know anyone like this

Convent of flames finds without mistake

Is that I or maybe you?

I feel a fire in my spirit

Blood breeds blood

My body is dying

I'm just changing

Which permeates dark

Extraordinary creature

Dismissing dreams from a trap