Black Moon Video (MV)

Lilith approaches
She's got the key to my dreams
My red moon becomes black
Maybe the world ends today
Because that's my destiny
Chosen by me

I see now the weight of my choices
I could have end It all
I could have tried to change things and raise apocalypse
Again, again and again
I could have hidden and be suffering forever

I could let the world go on without me

But there She was the pale white rose
Such was my grief because
I was her dream
She knew It, father knew It, the world knew It

And You're reading with me:

I red much things as They are and studied everything
I had to be better of anyone else 'cause my intelligence eclipsed the others
No one was able to become a god, so I made the choice
I became It

So I looked into the logical relations of things and analysed
The processes which shaped reality and dreams

Every wonder of life had gone away
Life is only a set of pictures in the mind
There's no difference between reality and dreams
One is the other, eternally

Yet custom induces a superstitious reverence for that which phisically exists
Making us ashamed of our fantasies

So that We forget that the deeds of reality are just as insane and childish and
Even more absurd because their actors persist
In fancying them full of meaning and purpose
As the blind cosmos grinds aimlessy
On from nothing to something and from something back to nothing again
Neither heeding or knowing of the minds that light sparks in the dark

We manage to see how shallow, fickle and meaningless all human inspirations are
How emptily our real impulses contrast with those pompous ideals We profess to hold
But We're used to recourse to our polite laughter
Against the artificiality, boring and suffocating daily life

But still remains the beauty that lies in harmony, and suddenly
You know that all It's fruits of perspective

That harmony is the mother of fulfillment and has no life in the empty cosmos
But in the dreams
We crave so much, if We do not lose the way

She is the key, the fantasy of a child who wants to become a dragon
The arms of his poor loving father
And in the feelings given with a pale rose