Lyric by M. Nozulak



The realms of past want to recall

The army of mistakes keeps shaking hands

No hope for forgiveness, the eyes used as shelter

Which can decide what we remember



Today becomes history

While hours passing by

Cold fingers of horror hold the eyes open

Which try to catch the lie



The same stories

Have different faces

We carve our visions

Into indestructible stones

Bathe them in gold

Put them on display

Remember their shine

That crumbles inside



Reflections dressed in time

Shiny shadows, clouds of mind

Dictated memories

Our mirror artifacts



Can you see the colors floating

Memories change every day

Artifacts construct a building

Which will change as well



Blurred pictures

Formable mindscapes

Wrote to pages

To create truth