I need to bring truth
back into my life -
I am on a search of real source of clarity.
Before I do burst 
into flames:
turn into somekind of a bird
or a flower.

So hear me now, my soul from above.
My cosmic universe, my music.

Been dancing with these stages of paranoia
and now that I'm making my way out:

I have been missing you so much.

(Reality).

All of the wild noises
are now fading out
of my pure solar system
of serenity.

Been dancing with wrong tunes for so long
I had almost forgotten what virtue goodness is.