Kredity
Texty
World lines that never cross paths
Nor future nor past
Determined yet to last
No mechanics through circumstance
Immeasurable wheel
Spinning lightning fast
Through the glass
I have the dreams that god has
The divine mind thinks me into existence
As I dream it in
Dream it into being
Mirrors reveal (They reveal)
Clearer through shades (Clear through)
You and I will split up
Into infinite faces allowed by the gaps
That which separates our fates
We will return to each other in the merge of all waves
At last sink deep within the singularity
To be lost
Mirrors reveal (They reveal)
Clearly deceive (Clear through shades)
In many worlds past (None that lasts)
Lines in the sand (Mirror shades)
Higher in a plane we shouldn't know
Variables of soundful miracles
Hiding in this plane
Golden linings in the universe
