Episteme Part II - Kadinja

Spheres bowing down to your name

Here, and you’re juste here

And you’re just here smiling

Is death a passion to you?

Am I the substance?

Of a Good for an Evil?

The insult of frustrations

Surrounded by fabrics

On enslaved bodies

Time by showing itself scares me

and I forgot myself in your eyes

I don’t exist

Some visions running on burnished grounds

On those mirrors pushing me back and forth

Reflections out of reach out of time

On those mirrors pushing me out

Am I myself?

Am I cursed?

And you’re just here smiling

On those mirrors

Pushing me out

Precious pain

You’ve given me face

Am I cursed?

Am I myself?

Into the fibre, the flesh

United in a shout, a shriek of rage

Shattering on this glint

I don’t exist

Some visions running

And you’re just here smiling

I don’t exist

Some visions running on burnished grounds

On those mirrors pushing me back and forth

Reflections out of reach out of time

On those mirrors pushing me out

Am I myself?

Am I cursed?

And you’re just here smiling

On those mirrors

Pushing me out

Precious pain

You’ve given me face