[music & lyrics: Jeff]
a vanity rises in the middle of our motion — with ever-changing colours of
illusive existential components — unfictitious presence, scars and
withdrawal, leaving us to wonder… — i want to see, but my eyes are blind
— should i seek for a guidance of my life? — beyond a flock of confusion —
i ask for a return to original form — without any agreement or concensus —
determination has already been chosen — free us from a process of
decadence — free us from a procession to our graves — back to the state
where things just started — back to the place where i belong — i want to
see, but my eyes are blind — should i seek for a guidance of my life?