world of shadows too blind to cry worms crowded together to weak and want running from reflection to reflection we measure the world with measure of our blindness can you see while looking at the shadows can you touch the shapeless illusion can you hear the echo of words never told can you taste your own transitory notions one color of earth shimmering with different shades shapeless shadows independent of the light independent of the light kneeling in the ruins of sacred towns crying on ashes of refuted truth we shall remain and dream again and moment of awakening is too short to recognize we shall remain and dream again and moment of awakening is too short to recognize can you see while looking at the shadows can you touch the shapeless illusion can you hear the echo of words never told can you taste your own transitory notions one color of earth shimmering with different shades shapeless shadows independent of the light independent of the light kneeling in the ruins of sacred towns crying on ashes of refuted truth we shall remain and dream again and moment of awakening is too short to recognize we shall remain and dream again and moment of awakening is too short to recognize