The Plethora Project

I belong to this place
Where things are upside down
A city of dead birds
A hollow town underneath
Of the surface of the skin
Upon a building crossed by walls.

There’s a rush of silence in
All the beauty inside your mind
But, who knows what future holds?
A draft of us has been written down
An inspired thought has been crucified
Upon a picture already painted.

Someone in your mind
Somewhere in your life
Maybe, somewhere in...

A camouflage of shadows
In the darkness
An afterglow of hands
Is necessary to be alone with
Every piece of my heart that screams...

I’ve been falling from the heights
To the ceiling where I belong
In the longest day
Before the fog takes the skies
Before cars bring brains down
Whose tired eyes are already closed.

Someone in your mind
Somewhere in your life
Maybe, somewhere in...

A camouflage of shadows
In the darkness
An afterglow of hands
Is necessary be alone with
Every piece of my heart that screams...

Love is God... love is good
No one knows God... so, love is you.