In your room
Where instance stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you permit the farewell become soon
Or module you yield me misrepresentaation here
In your selection darkness
Your selection half-light
Your selection consciousness
Your selection slave
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you subsist here
Will you advance me to your armchair
Or yield me misrepresentaation here
Your selection innocence
Your selection prize
Your selection smile
Your selection slave
I’m ornamentation on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I ever be here
In your room
Your executing eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you permit the blast expire downbound soon
Or module I ever be here
Your selection passion
Your selection game
Your selection mirror
Your selection slave
I’m ornamentation on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I ever be here