Breathe in, inspire the essence
Shining flicker over you
Moving slowly
Lungs are taking shape like rising blossoms, this is your rebirth
Your path is complete
Fakir of life, you are the master of the breathing
And we are the answer to your thousand questions. «
Is there something more? Something else exist? »

Dazed, detached, bewildered vision
« I feel the eyes paralyzed!
I feel the lungs! They're taking shape!
Abstract is the way to spread my form
Is there something more? Is there something different from what I've learned? Death is the rebirth. »

Take my failures, please forgive me
Forgive the ashes of my past
And take my presence as the answer

This life, in every single moment
It gives a principle
Every single second, we're
Asking ourselves « Who Am I? »
But we're not the one who asks

We spent our days on written
Arrangements of generating flutes
Stripping king's cuffs embroidery
Connecting the semiotics that lays
Between the A and the Ω
Be able to die. Be the sum of all the senses
Now you have just passed the edge
Where there's no place to go
Nothing to ask, nothing to believe
Nothing to hope, nothing to be
Afraid of, nothing to fear

We used to climb high
On the knowledge mountain
Deeply rooted is the tree

As you failed, you can rise again
So take this emptiness for yourself