Architects Of A Dream

So now you claim to be real
Pretend to be something more than a mental projection
We are all imprisoned in the infinite space
We are all leaving without a trace
You create the paradigm of perfection
From vague memories of an inception
Layers to hide your mortality
Creations to show your infinity

But always an absolute truth is hidden behind the veil of ethereal immortality. You just fall into the pit of your own insanity. The human is no longer a deity.

At the deepest level of your consciousness the abstract becomes real.
At the deepest level of your consciousness you see the rotten ear.

Blue is the velvet that ties you to the deepest and most disturbing of your mind. Blue is the color of blood in your reality.
You hear the children run but you can not reach them, still tied to your self-pity in the created world.
You follow the steps that wiser men have walked, on the way to the end of life. Under a veil of immorality.
Blue is the velvet that slides over the mortified skin of the bodies that your anger has come to blown.

Breeding of an idea that comes to be the new reality for another human being.
Avarice. 'The Merchant of Venice' tells us what´s the punishment for the sin.

Seeking. Lurking. Rotten. Sin. (x2)

Now try to feel the rain on you, behind the mirrors. Want to double a reality that now you think is yours, when it never has been. (x2)

Dreaming. Fallen. Skies. Awake.