Testo di Contention

I understand: this world has forgotten me. Who has died, that never lived. I try To take refuge in Self-consistency. I hurry to retire from death to retire. I feel the wish to sing hymns and then some... Want to be like a prophet, not flat tire. We came into this world to overcome The deep contention of fate with desire. It is a step to giving birth to skies, And in myself the most sacred glisten. The coronet is above the all-in prices. Eternity is whispering us. Listen! Spirit world darkens the world. Our world is only a totlot. I feel the wish to sing hymns and then some... Want to be like a prophet, not flat tire. We came into this world to overcome The deep contention of fate with desire.