Black Chameleon - A Craving Soul's Journey

Too long I thought of me
As a mess that cannot be
Lost in an empty space of creeping lonliness
And all night and day
I wished those thoughts away
Seeking to kill the void that used to take what i possess
Hopes and dreams that I conjoured up
They draft away again
As if my creations were not meant to be

Hell, will there ever stay a spark of who I am
Will I goodbye this world without leaving a trace

My soul was chained in a cage of hopelessness
Bound to a darkness that would swallow all I aim to be

Would I ever learn to grasp an act that may prevail
As a source of simply being here
All is lost if I can't grow
Need the will to melt and flow
Need to keep myself aglow and find the mould that suits me

Hell, will there ever stay a spark of who I am
Will I goodbye this world without leaving a trace

My soul was chained in a cage of hopelessness
Bound to a darkness that would swallow all I aim to be

Long for possession
Creeping obsession

Caged in misery
Here I cannot be
Scouting desperately for mere existence

Hell, will there ever stay a spark of who I am
Will I goodbye this world without leaving a trace

My soul was chained in a cage of hopelessness
Bound to a darkness that would swallow all I aim to be
My soul was chained in a cage of hopelessness
Bound to a darkness that would swallow all I aim to be

And I sink deep into a sea of tranquil solitude
I appear to leave my fears behind
Yeah, I drift away of this thought that kills my calm

Here I leave the dark, all my instincts glow
And the chains are loose, feels as if I'd grow
I escape the void, rise in spheres that keep
Me from everything that could break the flow
I escape the void, rise in spheres that keep
Me from everything that could break the flow

Then I lay myself into a dream that tells me there is more
Then longing for this chunk of bloom
There, in peace, I ask myself how my presence and the world align

Is there something that I don't understand
Do I have to feel weak and incomplete
Could it be that I've got it in my hand
That my soul in doubt is my self-defeat
Could it be that I've got it in my hand
That my soul in doubt is my self-defeat

Why am I struggling
Constantly trying to breath in a piece of a world that is ubiquituous
It feels as if I was fighting in the wrong direction
And I come to realize that I'm not fighting for existence
But for a dusty slice of illusions
That are just as good and valuable
As any single illusion my own mind is able to create

I start to develop a new view
And my thoughts flourish on a platform of growing dreams
All ties loose, all tears gone
A wave of clear sight
All ties loose, all tears gone
In a dawn of lavish hopes

My soul is floating. It drifts a-way
And reaches a coast so sweet, prosperous and wild
All fears drowned, all scars healed
A place of warm calm
All fears drowned, all scars healed
I bury my last doubts

All fears drowned, all scars healed
A place of warm calm
All fears drowned, all scars healed
Here I want to lay down
All fears drowned, all scars healed
A place of warm calm
All fears drowned, all scars healed
Here I want to lay down

Written by:
Florian Zimmerbauer, Lukas Gutmann, Michael Koller, Richard Haim

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