i've awoken. instincts and it's time.
make up for all that's blessed and to forgive my soul.
now with the hours passing,
theres nothing left here to mature,
i long to find a messenger.
is there a cure amongst us, from this processed sanity ?
i weaken with each voice that sings.
now in this world of purchase,
i'm going to buy back memories, to awaken some old qualities.
i wish you blue birds in the spring.
