In this time, in this place Just passing through the timeless world of waves There comes a time when the world gets silent Hear the long lost melodies The perilous highs and desperate lows Signs of the beating heart Guiding through the deepest haze The castaway will reclaim from the havoc within In all chaos there is a cosmos Adorned with infinite beauty Reflect from tears of the torment In all disorder there is an order Left, Right, Left, Be Right and Fight To survive the lashes of oppression Inhaled hatred in a form of love Dead canvas saw it all - the inevitable Dysfunction of the world Beyond the pale without designated bounds The clarity of my remedy Embrace the tainted soil Captivating the shadowiness of my own Death for me, death for you, death for the wingless I saw through dusky air the pyre That shot a dismal glare I refused to be diffused I did not let her stay dead in my head I said breath All the horrors are sinked deep in the ink As a hindsight bias Of the days that are numbered Sense the blazing sky, oh why? The gardener cast our souls To divided path of woe Revealing the wonders of existence The growth was in the ground Wonders at our feet Violated and lost in abyss Explorer harmoniously in abiding bliss Avow the darkness to thrive again Together we roam in resonance But in the end we are the desolation Despair in the halo of ecstasy We are the martyrs, we are crucified alone Inhaled hatred in a form of love Dead canvas saw it all - the inevitable Dysfunction of the world As visitors in this time, in this place We as creators, one with the vibration