Aether

No. Not again...
 While awake in a surrogate reality
 Dreaming of what could it be
 Found the holographic avidity
 Of myself... against me
 Thought that time need some attitude
 Coincidence should be a choice
 Event horizon of solitude
 Principles of a senseless moist
 Learn fast, but die quick
 It's the poor imagination of the weak
 Learn to die, gently slow
 Pouring down the sand of your fishbowl
 Learn fast, but die quick
 It's the poor imagination of the weak
 Learn to die, gently slow
 Pouring down the sand of your fishbowl
 And we all sail on the cocoon
 Rowing aether plasma brume
 Trying to find the answers soon
 To achieve the spiritual bloom
 As the freedom of choice
 It has always been an illusion
 Born, grow and reproduce
 Externally, you won't find the conclusion
 Learn fast, but die quick
 It's the poor imagination of the weak
 Learn to die, gently slow
 Pouring down the sand of your fishbowl
 Learn fast, but die quick
 It's the poor imagination of the weak
 Learn to die, gently slow
 Pouring down the sand of your fishbowl
 A being of light should realize
 Judgment day is a real call
 That your inner senses would suffice
 If the waves makes you whole
 My body hinders...