Just thoughts are willing to manipulate  Harmony of spirit - that's justice  But that's just a doxy - nothing too faulty  I don't want to have illusion in discovering myself  I need to change and alvays change more  I need colour unexpected like a kaleidoscope  Be a surprise which is mysterious  Constantly be born and dying  Senses are the second stage of my transmission  Ten thousand times better  I don't know anyone like this  Convent of flames finds without mistake  Is that I or maybe you?  I feel a fire in my spirit  Blood breeds blood  My body is dying  I'm just changing  Which permeates dark  Extraordinary creature  Dismissing dreams from a trap