.

I sharpen my nails To tear the curtain of reality

I tear my eyes out to see beyond

I'm tearing the curtain

My soul goes through tears to escape from this false reality

I see the beauty of colors without my eyes

I'm afraid my sharp nails won't be with me anymore

Just in case I can't tear the goddess when she comes

So that one drop of your blood touches my existence.

And everything will be change.

What we think of the good or God,

Will laugh to us.

And mark with us like a little boy.

That laugh, will change to how we see it.

No more little boy.

Still a god but not the what we think of the good.

All the glarous of morality, that was the stick all the humanity, not bring peace when you see what's real meaning of morality.

When the Goddess let us the touch it's blood

All the masks drop.

We will see the real color of morality.

We all see the real color of what we live in.

İt's just a one world.

Every life is one circle, trapped in that circle.

There is more than one world.

There is more than us.

What we complete?

Are we part of god?

Are we part of goddess?

Choose your pat.