Nothing more than.

Schisms in my visions. My hands look like my feet.
Walking every dimension, in between these worlds I stray.
Time is getting heavier, the pace is too fast.
If only they'd see with my mind, these tears do not put out the embers.

If only they'd see with my eyes, I will not be able to make it,
without you. The truth never tasted so good.

Sickening, they see me.
Behind the curtains of hate.
Sickening, I see them.
Behind the curtains of fear.

By the seeds we plant, who will grow?
Follow the will or drown in the sun rays.

A bus, with female presence, blood pressure raises.
Windows cry, because of the melting snow.
Autumn tree, reflected by an industrial complex.
The tides of seasons have been incompetent.
The roadblock cascades, breaking the foundation.
Thus it delineates my intention.
Billboards show no mercy and neither will I.

My tears become poisonous as my eyes behold the mire of human slavery.

deserted lands tell us why we live, and so we struggle for our imagination.

Build a tower for your god to blow it over.
Devour a land where we pretend,
your people are my people.
We shall unite with death.

You all smile but I still feel unsought.
It's a lurid existence to which my heart confines.
A pale daydream that I cannot leave behind.