In immobility, one's soul being tore apart by the monsters of the “I should be doing something” and “I don’t want do anything”. A battle enacted in a continuous mental monologue of inaction and guilt, of paralysis. A continuous hunt for strategies to be... and to appear legitimate in what we do... to fail, to pray and finally rest... again!
Lyrics: In space, in between
In space, in between Stays the smell of this holy math In my sight just a blank In the moment I forget my path
And I pray and I rest
In space, in between
In no time the voices sung This equation we all feel divine Between time I found the gap To kill these monsters we are fear alive
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