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On a voyage within a restless mind

Observing his imaginations

Chaos is what you will find

He slinks on (black silent feet)

Invisible following life

...Not a trace of hate...

...No semblance of the truth...

Not a trace of hate

No semblance of the truth

Walking down

A line of no reality

I see his dream

It’s one on of me

He slinks on (black silent feet)

Invisible following life

...Not a trace of hate...

...No semblance of the truth...

Not a trace of hate

No semblance of the truth

The dreamer’s path!

Pictures reflect his emotions

As an artifact projected on a snow-white screen

Images and all these faces

No they are not as perfect as they seem to be

Rambling between fountains of light

Passing the radiant squares of the scarlet sea

Along blue mountains of the mourning

The dreamer is on his way again!

On a voyage within a restless mind

Observing his imaginations

Chaos is what you will find