Laniena Mentis - Voices From The Paradise

I am your lord
I am what you want
I am unpicking you in the pieces
to make you langhting
Come and live with me
as I want you to live
Pray to us
to make yourself standing up.
The trips to the paradise
I let you touch
there, at the end of border of the dreams
I am your victory
Stop to look for the end
I am the merciful
a picture of your addiction to drugs
a victim of my friendship.

The last fly
I know you want it so much
Come with me in the bright of the stars
Where the servants are welcoming you
I’m your God
I get your conscience
So do not be afraid of shadows
They have all pleasures.

You do not know how go on in madness
So ask me
I help you and get right
your crying face
Come to bottom of a pit of a loneliness
where we find life
stroke his stalks
I’m writing a script for your dreaming book.

Get away your will to stop
that unnecessary thing
the extase of unknowing
what can amaze their world
Scream to your morning
modest pleasure
I’m able to accoplish everything
what you want
watering a flower is enough.