Coma Waltz

I’m torn apart by your steps,
I met this being so deep.
He said all my mindscapes.
He is not afraid of my wip.

He told me not to be afraid,
Of my sleepy curls,
Whispers flowing through my head,
Everything is a matter of rhythms.

Tired of all this stream,
Breaking the inertia,
Swallowing my coma,
More than a dream.

We’re leaving ground,
My body remains on earth.
I’m feeling a powerful bound,
With everything that is worth.

My conscience is fading away,
My muse takes my soul in her chest.
I belong in a place far from today,
A place of revelation, my last feast.

Tired of all this stream,
Breaking the inertia,
Swallowing my coma,
More than a dream.

These tiny lights shaping the night,
The weight of our combo in the end,
The ultimate charge of my knight.
Goodbye.... my friend.

I’ve reached the core of mankind.
I’m the astral corpse full of life.
Yet my lamentations stands up to you,
and you and I realize, it's over.

Tired of all this stream,
Breaking the inertia,
Swallowing my coma,
More than a dream.