Ibidem - Phase

Stay, stay here and listen to the way

The wind is blowing

Lay before the fire, then betray

Your secret passion play

You must remain all thoughts free

You won’t believe your senses' spree

Pray, your tribute to the unknown god pay

His grace retain

Day, by day we’re killing us away

A slow decay

You’re still the same, you’ve no gain

You need release for once again

Ask me

Ask me

Spectator of your uncolored vanity

Touch me

Feel me

Am I real?

(Or) Was I born from your insanity?