All hail to the shadows 
That spill before my eyes 
Don’t try to get closer 
Don’t try 

I see your dimensions 
So bright, so colorful 
There’s no limitations 
 [bad word]  [bad word] 

Forget about sorrow 
Disease of centuries 
You fly through the wormhole 
With me, with me 

It was a dream where everyone is mad 
There is escape 
An exit in my head 
I see [bad word] 
 [bad word]  [bad word] 

Don’t try

https://mr-morse [bad word] album/faceless