(Claude S.)
My senese have awakened once
again. Collectively they seek out to
defend all the things that I have
been before, to filter all the past
wounds through my door.
What can I do? What can I say?
Perhaps you think I've gone and
lost my way? I used to think, not
long ago, 'All dreams must end'
How could I be so wrong...?
I was draped in closure; you gave me a
whisper. Took me in from shadows to
absolve the tragic. I was out of focus;
you have opened my eyes.
I was just illusion; you have sculpted
new ways...
Inside I saw the real...With your
senses...To lose my senses was a sin.
Where I had none, you had six...
My senese have awakened once
again. Collectively they seek out to
defend all the things that I have
been before, to filter all the past
wounds through my door.
What can I do? What can I say?
Perhaps you think I've gone and
lost my way? I used to think, not
long ago, 'All dreams must end'
How could I be so wrong...?
I was draped in closure; you gave me a
whisper. Took me in from shadows to
absolve the tragic. I was out of focus;
you have opened my eyes.
I was just illusion; you have sculpted
new ways...
Inside I saw the real...With your
senses...To lose my senses was a sin.
Where I had none, you had six...