Plain view, deep in a round frame
Hanging in empty space
No signs of change
Steel mind, stolen freedom
Held in doubt, all the time
Chained steps, feel the air
Not to see, tracks in the sea
Not to feel, dust on the skin
Moving on strings of fate
Healed rain, falling in floating stage
Living in shady case
No fading chains
Wasted time, near raven meadows
Stayed inside, with heavy tides
Change steps, feel the air
Not to see, tracks in the sea
Not to feel, dust on the skin
Moving on strings of fate