Mind Colour

My hands are stretching out
To seal up this door of truth,
'cause my brain is scratched out
By the legends of a false god.

You ever pretended by me
That i follow ya, threatening me,
Without i could look inside myself,
But finally i find out that i'm not blind

My mind's weighed down
By the rules which're engraved on,
My arms are withered
By the thirst for some sunny deeds.

The holy habit
In faith i filled with all myself,
Always hid my face's light
Now its hood is breaking up,

Frozen by the raw binks of my eyes.

It's time to fight
Whoever's trying to mould my life.
It's time to fight
Whoever's controlling my mind.

It's time to fight with all my might.
Try to repel this words,
With which you became mighty in me.

Try to stop the rage of your believers,
Who, with me,
Are ready to wring your soul.

The holy habit
That i filled with all myself
Always hid my body's heat
Now, its cloth is wearing out

With the fanciful acts of my kind.

Wan rising stars,
Your luminescence
Still bunish and split, the earthly shell
That wrap and protect you
Fromthe space boras,
Floating round you.

I told you about a conquerors of souls
And about a lonely natural brain. now,
Try to close your eyes
And fell your heart-beats

Run to infinity.

Try to close your eyes
And then describe
The true colour of your mind;
Prayers and lies burn inside

Sparkling by my mouth,
But at last i'll rule this fire
Breaking down the door of truth.