Pictures in my head are lining up
Great pretense inside of my favourite art
Contradicting myself again
Under her pale skin life no longer flows
Nature exist no more,
Continuing to suffer it's own fate,
Vanishing into the sunset of her age,
her existence is shattering before my eyes
Glittering colors disappear
from the everlasting paradox
Pictures in my head are lining up
Creating farewell, saying last goodbye
her marrow is in ruins, it's crumbling
under our own hands, life no longer flows
Nature exist no more,
Continuing to suffer it's own fate,
Vanishing into the sunset of her age,
her existence is shattering before my eyes
Glittering colors disappear
from the everlasting paradox

INVIA LE CORREZIONI