To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers,

Ground Yourself, Strip Yourself Down, To Blind Loving Silence

We Can't Find The Truth Listening To Our Own Voice's Echo. We Can Find Ourselves Only In Someone's Mirror

Listen . Keep Silent . You Are Not Gods Mouthpiece. Try To Be An Ear.

We Come Spinning Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust.

You Have To Keep Breaking Your Heart Until It Opens.