Evil is spying through the cracks,
my name is vanished from the wall
to let them dream in their narrow path,
afraid to loose control,
the sleep is overwhelming
without a solid soul.
I could give you that,
and a little bit more
wherever I lay my hat,
I'm always playing
a different
chord,
a longer one, a stronger
One
beyond eternity
no borderline
to hold your heart.
(He thinks he has freedom in his golden castle,
but he is living in the smallest room
you could experience in this cosmic dance,
his own poor body a small reality
for another few years on the peacock
throne)...
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