To look for the ghosts of your past
Is to strangle a dead man to his death.
To live by the alibis of what for?
Is to live by the resentment of doing anything.
To unfold the warm blanket on a rugged winter night,
Is to defy the cold feet underneath.
To defy life and it\'s rules, to be free and to groove,
To the music of life, to the empty Cascades that meant the elixir of life.
To behold and let go of truth
To laugh and to cry at the martyrs of the boon
The boon that takes it all away, the boon that malnourishes you
The nooks and crannies of a burning soul
A soul trapped in the idea of freedom
A boon never left to live anymore.
Now that you\'re bereaved,
Now that we\'re gone
You wake up underneath
A cold blanket to mourn
A life never lived enough
A soul that burns
With the carcass of a body
Which never lived to learn.