A vanity rises in the middle of our motion - with ever-changing colours of    illusive existential components - unfictitious presence, scars and    withdrawal, leaving us to wonder... - i want to see, but my eyes are blind    - should i seek for a guidance of my life? - beyond a flock of confusion -    i ask for a return to original form - without any agreement or concensus -    determination has already been chosen - free us from a process of    decadence - free us from a procession to our graves - back to the state    where things just started - back to the place where i belong - i want to    see, but my eyes are blind - should i seek for a guidance of my life?