Our lives are nothing more than a bunch of heart
Minds are forest where we lost ourselves
We’re just one last dance on the evening of death
Before we start to think the end is already near
Our veins are rivers of life streaming trough our body
Thoughts are just like unmeaning people in this world
We’re just a last leaf in a very big forest
Lost and full of fear against big branches so old
Our feelings are unnoticed animals that run around
Hate is a jumping wolf attacking us fast
We’re just a beautiful flower put away in a vase
One moment alive, one moment screaming for death
Our wounds are streams of pain coming out
Blood is just a way to live in this world
We’re just a lost son in a big family
Far away from other brothers and sisters
Our loves are forgotten words in a book
Lives are seas of madness where we drown in
We’re just fools that try to stop all this madness
Taking the pain away by stimulants
Our emotions are birds flying away into the sky
Tears are drops of sadness that are falling down
We’re just a sound far away in the woods
Attracted getting to another place than ours
Our prayers are sources deep in the mountains
Gods are ghosts that ride on the wind
We’re just little blades of grass that look up
To the sun that shines every day to keep us alive
Our nature is less than a half life standing on the earth
Moonlight is an escape in the night
We’re just a sunset far away on the horizon
Leaving the earth behind to disappear in the dark
Our economy is a survival of the fittest
Social life isn’t a thing that lives here
We’re just a candle that uses the air to burn
Lighted and smoking up until it is gone
Our days are chapters in a very large book
Tasks are quests far away in other lands
We’re just an unopened bottle in an old box
Waiting to be opened and free ourselves
Our religions are nothing more than a large building
Reproduction is the drift to live on every year
We’re just little ants working for our queen
Putted under her spell we’re suffering on, my dear
Our memories are eagles flying backwards
Inspiration is like little fairies whirling round trough our thoughts
We’re all unique artist in our own world during another time
Describing our loves and lives in different ways
Our fears are lightning’s in the stormy night
Desires are clouds driving on the blue air stream
We’re just a rainbow in the rain
Making a color path in the darkness
Our babies and childhood are miracles in the savage planet
Toys are pieces of happiness given to them
We’re all little creatures made to live
Crying, enjoying, loving, dying
Special lives
Gifts from nature
Destiny in own hands
Love in our souls
Life, a desire
Long for something
That longs for you
Every morning, every evening
Life, a challenge
A beginning end
A dance on the floor of destiny
Desire
Life is a downfall
From love and hate
Life is waste of time
But this life is mine