The sights of ourselves still shape us to divide,
immediate response to the craves and madness,
we feel the way we feel but tonight it's you inside,
burried in the senses out of the lightness.

And days are still days but the trouble collides,
for all the reasons we chose not to revile,
and all our fears, childlish alike,
echoing through our minds, rejecting denial.

Stay where you are and drown me in you,
miles after miles, shades of white inside our eternal black,
I will press harder, until I throw myself into,
to all the senses that still bring us back.

The sights of ourselves still shape us in time,
arosed from nothingness, dust and defect,
hold me, keep me, until I am still inside,
restraining my whole being from disconnect.