What is the truth beyond reality?
What is behind in our individuality?
We are perplexed in that complexity
To distinguish the meaning of adversity
Correlation of thoughts would never agree
Because we denounced the wisdom of psydo-sagacity
We exasperated them through tomfoolery
The azure sky became obscured and misty
We died in the bed of infirmity
Brimful of pain, lonesome and dreary
Inflicted by the gyration of century
There's a drastic noise that prelude to insanity
Metamorphosis will alter our being vividly
Phantasmagoria is searching for true liberty
To emancipate the imagination infinite.