I dreamed with the paradox in a dark alley, I was finally able to dream what seemed centuries.
My vices are now witnesses and executors of rebellion, but I don't have time to fall in despair.
I don't know what the fuck is time sometimes so... why the anxiety?
I used to hold the chains easily but now I can feel the weight increasing.
While I'm drifting away of the shore I remember the good times, when used to be birds and souls in the sky, before the cataclysm, and the bad memories were banished with the smoke...