Mysteries of Certainty

On the sunny side of delirium

Tired and awake

Layers of opaque dream sequences appear

As the filter breaks

A certain morality now

Doesn't seem relevant in the raising day

All I know is I can't shake

The mysteries of certainty

From the shattered frame, no one gets away

As the trembling hand does improvise

A random sacrifice

Emerging the past, conscience unretained

Something is still fake

Pronouncing the names, carved into our bile

Remember the promess made when no one lied

And in your shallow sleep, we'll say maybe again