Ephemeral - Liquid Divine

I’m a stillborn mindfield, a code you can’t detect

Honour doesn’t matter, your life is just a fake

Metaphoric secrets, a sequence of my pulse

This is resignation, if everything is real

No light no sound

Not day not night

Close your eyes and feel

This must be the missing link

The turning point of life

I’m tired of the distance, from embers to a flame

Fortune doesn’t matter, my life is just a fake

I try to stand this knowledge, antenatal revers

I’ll beg for sweet oblivion, incomplete at all

No light no sound

Not day not night

Close your eyes and feel

This must be the missing link

The turning point of life

The frontsite of my stiffness, they visualize my soul

The static of my nature, investigate my faith