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Time

It's a different matter of substance for us allYou say hello and never know when you're going to deface it all

Means differAs the dimensions you choose to take in the lineartyLife is a form of artBut the question is what kind of artist you'd like to be

Murdering, in its own way is also an artAlso, being the best villain so you can ignite the light

When you take a second and walk arraySee it all from far awayYou're bound to see the interrogation you holdUnconsciously set on stone with your unconscious immortality

We all choose everythingThe question happens to be How far are you willing to go straight For the virtue you'd like to keep

So many marksAnd a little life we haveFalling in its own pace from the fingertips

When you understand timeAll to be left will become your immortality

You know People seek the gloryThat's their accustomed route to proceed

It's all marvelously hidden behind the linesNow everything comes down to Your capacity of seeing all those dimensions as they were to be

We were gifted this breath To eventually master the stories of timeAnd claim or seat as the major one

Choosing to watch is also a wayNevertheless, not your way

If you're brave enough to dream looking up to the bright skyYou're in debt of an instinctuary satisfactionAnd if you're planning to sleep it off and turn this into a routineYou're not the one who deserves the celestial being of our galaxy

If you were destinated to become the spectator in your lifeThe best way to do it would be from outside the tank

So this my oath to youThe willpower you were gifted Containing some other of those souvenirs

Fill yourself with gratitudeYou're the only acting force in your own story