Carbon Phrases

Thoughts are slowly moving on
 Unseen where they're coming from
 In disguise feelings' tension moves
 - Strings to be pulled by intuition
 Changing words takes precious time
 Until great sense and suspense fi nd in line
 To be perfect
 Be the architect
 To protect your realm of dreams
 I am condemned to see things in youth
 Kindness as matter, conceiving the truth
 Like a spider in its web I'm waiting for a muse
 A kiss to be abused
 So call me, reason, tell me your name!
 Set me out of my mind!
 Foresee the treason combining each frame
 Shaping the perfect design
 Find me all season cold in my grave
 I am the father of time
 Feed the horror that keep my veins alive,
 To unwind the perfect line
 And once you feed the fire
 My will is set ablaze
 Strings of thoughts move towards my consciousness
 Prosaic cynic's disease makes me crawl on my knees
 Pulls me under in quick sand, makes me understand
 Carbon phrases take all their ways to find you
 A phrase of love I'm afraid can't be shaped without heart
 Carbon lines fill space to create the perfect stream
 The Poet's dreams are fl owing in it, incomplete
 So call me, reason, tell me your name!
 For I'm the father of time
 Find me all season cold in my grave
 Setting my mind to unwind the perfect line
 My creation
 Through you my youth unholds its fire
 Ideas reveal in semantic spirals, concealed
 You can read between the lines
 What you'll find is grace
 At the bottom of humankind
 And once you feed the fire
 My will is set ablaze
 Strings of thoughts move towards my consciousness
 Prosaic cynic's disease makes me crawl on my knees
 Pulls me under in quick sand, makes me understand
 Feed the fire
 My will's set ablaze
 Strings of thoughts move towards my consciousness
 Prosaic cynic's disease makes me crawl on my knees
 Pulls me down with her hand, makes me understand
 Carbon phrases take all their ways to fi nd you
 A phrase of love I'm afraid can't be shaped without heart
 Carbon lines fi ll space to create the perfect stream
 The Poet's dreams are flowing in it, incomplete
 Creating you...