Without any feelings, my heart is grating
Listening to a cry completely without voice
Breath degenerating to a
halt, Deep darkness greater than night
Irritating my spinal cord, embraced without emotion
If you search there, will you find only the truth?
Words overflowing
with a whiff, blaming this chest
With naked senses, ah, always reaching
A sure voice
A pretty karma informed by the ending called eternity
Each day the revival, shangri-La, life's occupation
Time a bundle of intervals, giving birth to love
People don't change, hoping for the unnatural
What do I think
I want to grab, with ephemeral hands...
In the inner fortress of sleep, ah, the calling voice
To the concealed truth
The fleeting transient word only seen as the dream called reality
Nightly, becoming vivid, shangri-La, the temptation
that survives
With naked senses, ah, always reaching
A sure voice
A pretty karma informed by the ending called eternity
Each day the revival, shangri-La, life's occupation
The fleeting transient word only seen as the dream called reality
Nightly, becoming vivid, shangri-La, the temptation
that survives
