Questions don't spare with thoughts
Give birth to a new world
Curiosity dies in echoes

Till your thirst is quenched

Mortal remains

Motionless silence
I bear this war
Reality takes shape

Child, thy will be done

This is me

It's me and my
Reality of mine


My veil in growing fear
To burst apart
Declare the war

But harmony preserved
Eyes are closed
But still see many things

So sentimental
Like a child


Scared to death
Without a single word
Reduced to the essential

Reality takes shape
Child, thy will be done


Reality takes shape
Child, thy will be done


This is me
It's me and my
Reality of mine