BLEW TOOTH

This point is past the term of knowledge, and it's getting so unclear Always blurred by the same package, but far across the hemisphere And I hear the echo of silence, a chance to fade away But I hope the door is still open, because all the feelings are plagued The pictures, they're a common old mistake Are you right by who you started What are the choices you take Are you afraid of what time will you show yourself and who you are Do these memories are still real dreams The fear comes so far, it shows kindness in our eyes, and all the empty And that should now expressly self-defeat prophecy And I still have there in my mind, hope and the pride of evolution And I think that we're standing in confusions For a year and three months living this life, are you dying alone or just paying the price Are you forgotten gone or should I leave you alone Or should I work up the nerve and just give you one last try