Plaits - Silent Strike

The whole universe trapped in a material body

Is waiting to burst into infinite, transforming shapes

Trembling forces, aggregated, for which

Common baits won’t have any power, but sense;

The loss of sway doesn’t need permission

From the mind to act as it feels too

Still the mind is all that will keep you, away from you;

What to choose?

Perception is changing, you are in the sunken place

Perpetual states of slumberness, covered by forgotten voices from the past

The muse and the guidance and whatever lies underneath invisible blankets

Just wires, perpetual states of slumberness

Covered by forgotten voices from the past

The muse and the guidance…

Come with me, for a walk for a while

Traces and so many marks, I left behind

Come with me, for a walk for a while

You were supposed to be the other child

Do you really know why I can’t be serious?

Cause nothing matters to me, I died already years and years

There were loops in my head strong image of tragic pain

But I’m here with smiling, maybe someday I’ll be fine again;

But the market is diverse, I know it must be hard

For you to take one’s hand, in silence, through the night

You do wish for love, but in the end is not enough

We used to talk about a world, in which the fear is not a part, so

Come with me, for a walk for a while

Traces and so many marks, I left behind

Come with me, for a walk for a while

You were supposed to be the other child