Ephemeral کے بول

Ephemeral im a stillborn mindfield, a code you can´t detect honour doesn´t matter, your life is just a fake metaphoric secrets, a sequence of my pulse this is resignation, if everything is real im tired of the distance, from embers to a flame fortune doesn´t matter, my life is just a fake i try to stand this knowledge, antenatal revers i´ll beg for sweet oblivion, incomplete at all no light no sound not day not night close your eyes and feel this must be the missing link the turning point of life the frontsite of my stiffness, they visualize my soul the static of my nature, investigate my faith