Between the Clouds - Diary of Dreams

Clouds are mounting in the field of oppressions

Frozen lands of endless beauty

Colliding notions, like a mirage to my dreams

In here united, in my sheltered eyes

Skies of wrath, between the clouds above

Naked eyes to say I’m yours

Folded hands see night creeping

Empathic strikes to exploit my body

May the young believe in «sarectasion»

Excrements of our thoughts

Beyond belief hence their retention

Excrements of our thoughts

Between the clouds

Misdirected senses

Land of voices out of dreams

Between the clouds

Misdirected senses

Land of voices, our screams

Beyond belief hence their retention

Excrements of our thoughts

Between the clouds

Misdirected senses

Land of voices, our screams