It Might Be

The light is born, a birth made to pread out and to sell us change Her skin pours down the walls And gloom isn't anymore, a dying being My dream isn't anymore, and only wakes me to pretend The light covers the truth All is fake, this city gathers illusions The untruth carried by the light Let's move the bones, and share solitude When our star is shaking life, without consuming it yet Let's play the game with style and show what is inside This human stands reading the pages in quest of knowledge Let's play the game with style and show what is inside Oh no, the answer is a stone, not a book The other beg for a glance and shines to get read On you, light forgot to lie, you're too ususal to be seen Let's play the game with style and show what is inside Light, give birth to bones to feed dust This cute newborn's here, his spirit's innocent Who's humming a sweet tune? The father, his seed grown in his arms The cycle, is the child the answer? It might be... A shadow is born, a birth made to spread out And repair the changes Her skin pours down the walls Light is out of fashion when gloom conquers The dark reveals the truth It's still fake, but nothing to look at The untruth carried by the light Let's spare the bones and starve the dust The father, his seed crown in his arms The cycle, is the child the answer? It might be... It can't be...