Free to decide
What rights are wrong
Feel one, feel endless
You'll traverse
A chill that shelters my mind
A sudden rush
None left to doubt again
I don't feel that love anymore
While floating through
A neon colored world
Free to decide
What rights are wrong
Feel one, feel endless
You'll traverse
Inside
All walls climb towards the center
Voice, calling on the name
It's just a cold grave
All along it seems that we were astral
Walls climbing in the east
The womb that shapes us here
The design is only natural
And this time I see
You were all so mundane
We'll match the colors
Of its dull and broken wings

INVIA LE CORREZIONI