IDR (Illusions, Delusions, Resolutions)
I guess that time and labor Means nothing but a fable With all the nonsense I’ve even heard Throughout the shining moments Truth comes from a lidless content And in all falls undone Isn’t it right? Judging the world from afar? Screaming for silence in solitude… Searching for time to care. Why won’t this soul come to me? Shall it always be broken and scattered? Why won’t this soul come to me? Is it all just a hope to be free? Meanings to fruitions, desires, disappointments Reality is carving an aged faced inside of me And in bleak moments… I turn to see myself breaking free A consequent illusion. Scatter… I’m just a man in a cage… And I won’t ever break free.