Essence

L and M: Igor L.

I send my cry too far

(but nobody hears it) .

Make me a mask of lies,

While I'm searching inside.

What lies within?

Turn to empty words.

How can I define?

May I try to define?

Life ... Mind ... and Soul

Chorus:

Life, Mind, Soul,

It's all so confusing...

A pale cold rhetoric...

Just like an illusion...

Of what I would like to be.

My precious flame seems like

Any futile light.

The fellow man I deny

A mirror of the shame I hide

I hide...

Try to conceal

But my flesh will always be weak

Dive deep into me

Air lacks, will never reach.

Chorus