The Vision nr. 2...from the ashes of oblivion, it all became visable to me.
The forgoten past apearead and disapeard. Time was out of control.
Rumors about me, and a legendary tale.
The room, changed, and changed back.
A sword from the dark, cuts thru the ancient time.
The present room, appeard to me, cold as ice, dark as night.
A spinning illusion, an alternate reality.
Voices from the past, whispers into the future.
"No hope, no hope."
Me, hanging in the rope, about to choke.
A woke up from the confusing day of the past.
I entered the reality and found, yet an extraordinary tale.
Closeing my eyes and breathing out.
Opening my mouth and taste the air.
Never I've felt so paranoid.
They do exist.
They are everywhere.
They are inside you.
It IS you.
The Vision nr. 1...yet the shadow of the past appeared and disappeared.
For the faith, the faith thru the sand of time.
The illusion - hallucination, the psychosis - confusion.
The laugh of a child, appeared from the dark
An echo of the past - the future - the present
Share the bizarre existence of the element
Trapped for ever, never here, never gone.
The present past of the future, shapes the vision
A total disorder, a mindless wisdom,
To awake from the never-ending dream,
Open the mind, open your eyes,
Breath in the air
See the glass
And Feel the bitter taste of life.
Get used to it.
You will die anyway.