Lletres: Nico Liebe. (R) – Ode Of Yourselves.

:
A mask weakens your feelings
but you can?t recognize
you?re staring at the ceiling
not only with your eyes

the days that you remember
were no part of your past
and welcome to the chamber
for which you had been cast
and where you?re gonna last

some old walls show your horizon
though you will never see
cause the present, well, it lies in
all you?ll ever be
all you?ll ever be

we?re balanced by your thinking
but frightened by its rules
you can feel beyond their blinking
but for more we ain?t got no right tools
- sharing the destiny with fools