What kind of mystery will I reveal?
What kind of dogma will I enforce?
The beginning of insanity I feel.
The realm of strange sins alter my course.

What kind of vanishing illusions?
What kind of elevated, holy belief?
A huge room of restless reflections.
Lively space of my guileless dreams.

What happened to the truth
We cherished as the ultimate proof?
What happened to reality
That gave us our identity?

The false ideal has become
A miserable and false ambition.
And it makes me feel gone
That reality became a lost mission.

What happened to the truth
We cherished as the ultimate proof?
What happened to reality?
It turned into formality.

My voice and words disperse in the air.
Remembrance falls into a silent tomb.
I came from you, now I'm going there,
Innermost thought, where your realm booms.