a vanity rises in the middle of our motion - with ever-changing colours of

illusive existential components - unfictitious presence, scars and

withdrawal, leaving us to wonder... - i want to see, but my eyes are blind

- should i seek for a guidance of my life? - beyond a flock of confusion -

i ask for a return to original form - without any agreement or concensus -

determination has already been chosen - free us from a process of

decadence - free us from a procession to our graves - back to the state

where things just started - back to the place where i belong - i want to

see, but my eyes are blind - should i seek for a guidance of my life?