They enter to pray
Unknown acquaintances
My drugged imagination breeds a depressed cartoon
My presence is not so fascinating as my past
Though, my money is enough to get you
I put away my desire
'cause my dreams still make me tired
I play everything from the brain to mind
Till the exhaustion shuts my thought
My ways are loops
The hardest thing to be here
Every moment speaks with solitude
Be beastly
Imagine this
You belong to something common
Some worn stars in my space
They seem free
Strange fates all around
In the visions of guilty conscience
Their pay is their controlled ways
And you're there everywhere
Alone
As if you swam to the bottom
And you sulk under someone's skin
This mask is fabulous
The mirror whispers
It's fed by your wounded nature
And you can feel it from the other chamber
It didn't start today
And tomorrow is not the end