Razor's edge

We move in circles
balanced all the while
on a gleaming razor's edge

A perfecte sphere
colliding with our fate
this story ends where it began



[Trapped inside this Octavarium]

Maybe, maybe it's the things we say, the words we've heard and the music we play. Maybe it's our cheapness, or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had. The lazy days and the crazes and the fads. Maybe it's our sweetness.

But we're trash, you and me. We're the litter on the breeze, we're the lovers on the street. Just trash, me and you. It's in everything we do...

the truth will set you free

El subconsciente es verdaderamente cruel. Hoy he soñado con algo que deseo que ocurra fervientemente. En el mismo sueño he llegado a plantearme si de verdad lo había soñado o si realmente había ocurrido. 

El desengaño al despertarme ha sido colosal. 

Gone forevermore

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