Who
Chaos is the way to fill the emptiness in your life.
The sun is in your hands, but you keep on doing the rain dance.
The duration of an illusion is not a waste of time:
You always need something to believe in.
A thousand million words in your mind
And not one suitable phrase
Defines your personality to forget who you are.
Welcome formality,
You won't ever have a picture of the situation.
When did you give the deathblow to your childhood?
What if death is empty like life?
Now I can see all the things I never said:
I'm a centurion in the Roman Empire,
I'm Lord Henry, now Dorian you are on fire.
You're the Fisher king, who saw the Hanged man?
Paris is covered in blood.
You gave me an alphabet,
The only thing I can understand
Is that we live in places that Gods do not even know.
Nothing is over, we don't choose our feelings:
Nothing will ever be under control.
What if death is empty like life?
Now I can see all the things I never said:
I'm a centurion in the Roman Empire,
I'm Lord Henry, now Dorian you are on fire.
You're the Fisher king, who saw the Hanged man?
Paris is covered in blood.
I am Hank reading 'Bohemian Lights',
Yorick kissed you under Macondo sky.
I am The Man of the Wind,
The subverter of this Unreal City.
The sun is in your hands, but you keep on doing the rain dance.
The duration of an illusion is not a waste of time:
You always need something to believe in.
A thousand million words in your mind
And not one suitable phrase
Defines your personality to forget who you are.
Welcome formality,
You won't ever have a picture of the situation.
When did you give the deathblow to your childhood?
What if death is empty like life?
Now I can see all the things I never said:
I'm a centurion in the Roman Empire,
I'm Lord Henry, now Dorian you are on fire.
You're the Fisher king, who saw the Hanged man?
Paris is covered in blood.
You gave me an alphabet,
The only thing I can understand
Is that we live in places that Gods do not even know.
Nothing is over, we don't choose our feelings:
Nothing will ever be under control.
What if death is empty like life?
Now I can see all the things I never said:
I'm a centurion in the Roman Empire,
I'm Lord Henry, now Dorian you are on fire.
You're the Fisher king, who saw the Hanged man?
Paris is covered in blood.
I am Hank reading 'Bohemian Lights',
Yorick kissed you under Macondo sky.
I am The Man of the Wind,
The subverter of this Unreal City.
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Writer(s): Fernando Rennis
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