You’d ask what life’s greatest gift is

You’d ask what the most precious kiss is

 

When moonlight dances upon your skin;

when an empire chose you to win.

It is the fall of man as we know,

it is a cherry blossom petal storm.

 

You’d ask me what I see

You’d ask me to believe

 

I see stardust walking in the streets,

feet that dance for the weak.

Mother nature blesses your soul,

let this one the world’s happiness hold.

 

It is written in stone, your name

It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

 

It is written in stone, your name

It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

 

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

 

What do I see, what do I see?

Magic, standing before me,

it is in your blood, your bones.

 

What do I see, what do I see?

Magic coursing through me,

it is in your blood, your bones.

Grow as old as ancient trees,

be as weary as tales of old—

would my paradise be less? No.

 

Roar your battle cry against all gods,

be the devil itself—

would my ecstasy be less? No.

 

It is written in stone, your name

It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

 

It is written in stone, your name

It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

 

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

 

You are the most priceless war, a cruel love

You are the demon in us all, a cruel love

 

I’d want nothing less, I’d expect nothing less.

 

Your name, your name

Your name, your name

 

 

 

The dreams of man, mankind, children, woman, womankind; of all of us,

the best of us, queendom and kingdom alike

 

We bury the battle axe; we burn all flags, we tear the walls down,

to build bridges and roads.

 

It is what fire brings; it is what love sings

It is what fire brings; it is what love sings

 

To abandon, to lose yourself

To abandon, to lose yourself

 

To abandon, to lose yourself.

 

Lose yourself.

 

A starlit sky, consume us, let dreams pursue us, let the feet lead, let eyes decide where—

hope is the revolution, to fight our own pollution.

 

Cast away the armour, let amour in, it is so easy, easily achieved;

to change, to let the fruit of life grow infinity.

 

It is what fire brings; it is what love sings

It is what fire brings; it is what love sings

 

To abandon, to lose yourself

To abandon, to lose yourself

 

To abandon, to lose yourself.

 

Lose yourself.

Be drunk on life, be high on life, be alive in this paradise

Be drunk on life, be high on life, be alive in this paradise

 

We’re stupid, but we are enough

We are idiotic, but enough.

 

It is what fire brings; it is what love sings

To abandon, to lose yourself

 

Lose yourself.

Lose yourself.

Lose yourself.

Lose yourself.

 

To desire, love and dreams—lose yourself completely.

 

To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will always remain to be one.

We’re those flowers,
those who need the world to burn,
to bloom.

We’re the highlight of mankind,
Moreover, its fall—
‘cause we’re on the wrong side of history.

Save me, save me,
to save yourself;
I’ll save you, I’ll save you,
to save myself.

To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

When the world crumbles,
you will have a hand in yours,
a hand that’ll never let go.

Let’s follow Icarus,
let’s fall as he did—
we will touch the sun and smile.

Find me, find me,
to find yourself;
I’ll find you, I’ll find you,
to find myself.

To make you smile it is anything but a
skinny love, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

We will remain to be one,
we will remain to be loved,
we will remain to one.

The things I do for your smile,
the things you do for mine.

Naturally, naturally,

I’m domesticated cattle living the high life,

I’m preaching peace when I need to fight.

 

Naturally, naturally,

life is a wonder watching from the sideline, “hmmhmm”

life is a dangerous occupation when monotony is the worst vice. “hmmhmm”

 

Domesticated cattle do run along now,

your peak performance is in nigh—when you live our life.

 

Happiness is yours to find,

you are the main character, believe us.

 

You are the peak of the drama,

you are the soul of our story,

as long as you follow the script,

as long as you learn your lines,

as long as you do not question us.

 

Life is beautiful.

 

Naturally, naturally,

The throne is mine, “hmmhmm”

the kingdom is a birthright. “hmmhmm”

 

Naturally, naturally,

Do work until you die treasure will satisfy, “hmmhmm”

no one knows how still it will right? “hmmhmm”

 

Domesticated cattle do run along now,

your peak performance is in nigh—when you live our life.

 

Happiness is yours to find,

you are the main character, believe us.

 

You are the peak of the drama,

you are the soul of our story,

as long as you follow the script,

as long as you learn your lines,

as long as you do not question us.

 

Life is beautiful.

 

It is to do or die,

it is flight or fight,

it is high noon on a dark night.

 

Life is beautiful,

life is beautiful,

life is beautiful.

 

As long as you follow the script,

as long as you learn your lines,

as long as you do not question us.

 

Life is beautiful.

 

 

 

 

 

Fare thee well, in the ocean stars do bathe—imagine till life soars, imagine till passion vows.
Grip it by the heart, by the feet; till life itself perceives its defeat.

Compel the knowledge that this soul owes nothing to the fruit bred and grown.
It is to perform revenge so sweet upon creation—may the unfairness believe it.

To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.
To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.

Hysteria, hysteria I welcome you!

Feebleness is a dear acquittance, to learn from the first-hand experience is it not beautiful?
It is to live, to die—a reborn, morning after morning, as a brand-new soul.

Comfort comes, and it goes, welcome the uncertainty it is brand most wonderful.
To not ever be truly satisfied— remain to be on a path for forever more.

To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.
To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.

Hysteria, hysteria I welcome thee!

Hysteria, hysteria, I welcome thee!

Thankful is one to be for happiness, moreover for all difficulties.

It is a new age, we need a new face—a single human soul.
To be the spitting image of our cause.

“Two loud claps.”

The old won’t do, the revolution calls—we choose between lesser of evils in us all.
This is it for humankind.

“Two loud claps.”

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.

A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.

Do you think, we can explain ourselves?
If the end of days has a judge can you explain your heart?

“Two loud claps.”
Whether or not we are right or wrong, if we’re weak or strong;
could we hand in hand ever show the thoughts we have?

“Two loud claps.”

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.

A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.

‘Cause it can never be ours,
‘cause it can never be ours.

Do, do; do you know where you are heading to?

Do, do; do you know where your shoes are taking you?

 

Mmhm, a monster of a man; mmhm, a monster of a woman.

Though there is a fair chance the flaw is more beautiful—where the feet lands do not seem so bad.

 

We’ll never be free; we’ll never be free; we’ll never be free.

Birdsong from the morning to the night, songs of a monster to home; that is so beautiful.

 

Do, do; do you know where your feet are leading you towards?

Do, do; do you know where your shoes are taking you?

 

Oh, oh, oh, afraid we’re past that point; fight me; fight my cage; fight your own home.

The heart screams: Take the key and lock me away forever babe.

 

Mmhm, I’ll believe, I’ll be free through a belief which killed me.

Mmhm, believe, free through a belief that added colour to the canvas.

 

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring unto my face.

 

Do, do; do you know where the patch leads?

Do, do; do you know where the footprints take you?

 

Wouldn’t ever worry, wouldn’t ever be ashamed; the patch is this way.

To either hell or heaven—I’ll march towards it today.

 

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring unto my face.

There is a fair chance the flaw is more beautiful than the perfect face you brought.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The enemy of my enemy is neither an ally or foe.

 

The enemy of my enemy is a potential threat.

The enemy of my enemy is either worse or better than I.

 

The enemy of my enemy is in the same everlasting cage of violence as us.

The enemy of my enemy is harmless, though interesting.

 

The enemy of my enemy is a solution to further inconvenience.

The enemy of my enemy is lacklustre in problem-solving since the enemy remains.

 

The enemy of my enemy is another road to widen flames; for them to sprout.

The enemy of my enemy is salvation, but for whom? The enemy; or myself.

 

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The enemy of my enemy is but another soul; another human being; another tear from clouds.

 

The “enemy”, the problem is not whom I think it is, it is not darkness versus light; it is not he/she against me; them against us; we against them.

It was never world versus world, ideas against ideas, it is you and me; she and him; world and world together facing a difficulty.

It is not an enemy, maybe not ally or foe; nor enemy though. A soul burning, itching to survive; it is human and another human against the problem.

It is society as a group facing a task to solve; it is a gathered world in all its glory and deceit against a unified and split problem.

Not you against me, it is us against the problem we face. Can you see it? Not us fighting us, we prepare a war on the issue at hand, not towards each other.

 

The human with pain as I of my human who shed tears as I am maybe not ally or foe neither enemy, just human.

 

Us—against difficulties.

 

Fond memories of keys, those who lock the darkest, cruellest pieces of history in a box;

alternatively, those who unlock a hearthstone of joy.

Which sort of keys do you hold? Keys to a kingdom; keys to a home; keys to salvation; keys do a dungeon?

To lock or unlock; seal away or discover—they are our greatest lie and our absolute truth.

Hide a secret from the light, or share it with the entire world when the time comes.

Which sort of keys remains in your pocket? Keys to heaven; keys to hell; keys long forgotten; keys searched for night and day.

Despite all these different keys, one key will forever carry the most of what could be a soul;

a single little key, with no great importance for war or eternal life—a key to a heart one adores.

Imagine that every key is in your possession, no door would be locked; no secrets could be kept.

Would all those keys in your hands be able to replace a key to a chest in a soul?

A single key survives all the wishes gods; genies; magic could ever bring unto my doorstep.

To rather have nothing at all than to have it all, because if nothing is her heart…

Then you have completely lost vision of what eternal life is—it is not to live forever, it is to be loved.

Loved by a heart; a flower; a chest of a soul and wish for nothing more.

Which key would you rather hold?

Let fire rain; in hopes that we all will be saved, as oceans dry away…

Let the woodland fall; in hopes, they’ll grow, as they did years before…

 

It is little by little, each and every choice we ever make; that forces tomorrow away.

It is by paper by paper; by brick and stones and coal; tomorrow fades, not maybe for you!

 

Change is scary and incredibly unnecessary when the future is so far away;

change is weary and boldly to say redundant when we can send our thoughts and prayers.

 

Tomorrow may never come, tomorrow is hope, to let you down;

if a change is what you seek, then the enemy is tomorrow and today is your only saviour to find.

 

Tomorrow, you are a hope most undoubtedly unkind.

 

A strength of ages; or divine praises, you only seek the truth you are willing to admit…

Fury and victory; or patience and defeat, you are failing to see an option to learn…

 

It is by choice; a whole willing heart is made ready, to abandon the beauty it holds.

It is by choice, we leave the future in the dark, cause’ we are too afraid of what it would say.

 

Change is scary and incredibly unnecessary when the future is so far away;

change is weary and boldly to say redundant when we can send our thoughts and prayers.

 

Tomorrow may never come, tomorrow is hope, to let you down;

if a change is what you seek, then the enemy is tomorrow and today is your only saviour to find.

 

Tomorrow, you are a hope most undoubtedly unkind.

 

Are you; are you; are you ally or foe?

To the belief, I stand upon…

 

Are you; are you; are you ally or foe?

To your hope…

 

Change is scary and incredibly unnecessary when the future is so far away;

change is weary and boldly to say redundant when we can send our thoughts and prayers.

 

Tomorrow may never come, tomorrow is hope, to let you down;

if a change is what you seek, then the enemy is tomorrow and today is your only saviour to find.

 

Tomorrow, you are a hope most undoubtedly unkind.