Sebastian The Ocean's Son 05 - Faint Of A Cold Metaphore Lyrics

An inmortal metaphore filled with vanity
Bright ideas falled from the tip of his/her thumb
Falled and hitted the weakest thoughts
His passion deformed in an innocent rage
Always dreaming to look beyond every reality
The rays of lucidity cut the air with no mercy
It was so much the pressure on his incomprehensible eyes
That rounded of an insignificant cold his mind fainted