Illusions Made of Solid Ice

Walking down these corridors
So long this line of sight
Looking back with eyes that hurt
From artificial light

Drifting into a grid of lines
Where every feeling ends
Somewhere near the last of them
An imagined ship awaits

Walking down these corridors
Walking down these corridors

We live but something dies inside
The ship turns into shallow lies
We live but something dies inside
Illusions made of solid ice
The ship turns into shallow lies
Illusions made of solid ice



Credits
Writer(s): Stavroula Tsiara
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