Talking to ashes - now the road is my only way
through all those sparks I can see the end
Tangled and lost I scream
inviting the endless vim
to come in
"come into my dream"
Snaring all those butterflies into a tiny, fogy cage
They fly around helpless clashing wings with rage
Hollow and pale I pave
a new road for me to walk on
And that's when I provide them with unthinking minds
An intensified muddy wave
bursts into my cave
But still they seek for holes they can not find
Nothing will ever be sold, but I ran over the world
So I'm facing one million different eyes, with a trail of
hunting lies
And they stare at me with a bitter look  
They tell me that ashes cannot listen to my words
And that, butterflies can't be forced by painful dreams
They tell me that I can't run away from the usual road
And to stop searching for holed waves to color, but instead
to paint the world with beams

Painted slowly with the colors of the ray