Monotonous Purgatory - Matryoshka

Nothing is seen or heard

Only cloud is flowing fast

Gentle lights wither all of my trees

Only silence can echo

Your eyes reflect the sky full of stars

I hear the silence

Then I may dream of you

Your shiny stars make so sad

Feel guilty somehow

The sinful place we have to be

One by one my lies turn to dreams

I just lie down and tremble

Your eyes reflect the sky full of stars

I hear the silence

Then I may dream of you

Your shiny stars make me so sad

This is my Neverland

It’s about to close now

With despair I’ll wake up

I’ll be your memory