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In my fantasy Im a pantomime
Il just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean
Words are too messy
And its way past time
To hand in my mouth

Paint my face white and try to
Reinvent the sea
One wave at a time
Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight

I aint afraid to let it out
Im not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
We say more by saying nothing at all

In my fantasy no such thing as time
Minutes bleed into days
Avant garde
Show me your heresies
And Il show you mine
We only speak in pantomimes on this carpet ride

I aint afraid to let it out
Im not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
We say more by saying nothing at all

In my fantasy you look good entwined
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine
Youre my deep secret
Im your pantomime
Il just move my hands
I promise youll see what I mean

i never felt this kind of dying… its unending …every inch of my body is torn by this misery,,now i wish it was sudden,,,yet it wasnt,,, the feeling of emptiness I again invited … again, its playing with my hopes, my soul and my sanity… I dreamt of tomorrow,,of shadows that should vanish,,the liberation… Now its all gone,,,nothing was left but The Emptiness, The Wrath of my being,,,

I was a fool, all agreed…