Those days which linger| Behind the minutes| Beyond the moments| Inside of those stories| That regale our feelings| Emotion asunder into higher plains| Ambiguous inside those terrains| Rain wipes the fear we shouted to hear| Masking those tears you held back for years| The sheer madness we carry towards our darkness| In the darkest hour we awake| In a desolate plateau we find where to play| Running behind the shade from moons of mornings past| Entrapped in our enclosure looking for water to soak our wish| Drowning in our sea of creations towards lands we swim| Headed into the vastness of the abyss of our theory| We wrote an autobiography ourselves could not authorise| In demise we find ways to counteract| The balance unchanged on a walker's path| In latent reactions our smiles find the perfect opening| Falling into the ocean as our spirits keep souring| Times change not by the hands of time| Which were shackled bound inside a cavernous d...