L and M: Igor L.

I send my cry too far

(but nobody hears it).
Make me a mask of lies,
While I'm searching inside.


What lies within?
Turn to empty words.


How can I define?
May I try to define?


Life ... Mind ... and Soul


Chorus:
Life, Mind, Soul,
It's all so confusing...

A pale cold rhetoric...
Just like an illusion...
Of what I would like to be.


My precious flame seems like
Any futile light.

The fellow man I deny
A mirror of the shame I hide


I hide...
Try to conceal
But my flesh will always be weak

Dive deep into me
Air lacks, will never reach.


Chorus