Metamorphoses

A temple with no God, a body with no soul
In your desires you lose yourself
Nobody can take away what we have not

There's nothing covered that shall not be revealed
And hid that shall not be known

Trying to discover the world around you
You face a contradiction
The search ends only when you find
Aesthetics instead of truth
You're linked in chains of so-called reality
Ashes are drifting above the dusty labyrinth

And water will turn into wine
And a blindman will see
And ash will turn into soil
To grow a seed

Death can't be conquered by death!

Everyone is free to decide what to bring
Everything has its causes and consequences
If we fill it with meaning it makes sense
The reality is limited with our consciousness!