The war of perceptions,
The battle in my brains,
weird apparition
At my memory's cradle.

carnival feast in the middle of graveyard,
world savior wrapped in laurels and [bad word] 
line of kids dropping down into
blear existence one by one
One by one.

The war of perceptions,
The battle in my brains,
I'm flower that grows
From the [bad word] bloody soil.

I saw the land which cried for living,
I heard the music of spheres beyond life.
Here fear is bourn, here passion is found.
Feels like I'm dropped in the back of beyond,
Back of beyond.

The war of perceptions,
The battle in my brains,
weird apparition
At my memory's cradle.
I wish I were music
In the bottom of depth,
I'd purely flow up,
Relying on
Almighty death
Almighty death
Almighty death