“Dreams of the past as the old ways are done”.
Remember life and what became
A single reflection, it was too late
The first blood, a mirror naming souls
Understanding all that always was before a taste of life
Imitating walk, can’t remember where I learnt that, no…
[Sights in my night creating walls of meaning to every word. Colliding into my being, we won’t remember the truth]
Raising all my fears… My mind, it never was mine
Time ago we were already known
All carried by the waves of life
Some things will not change, no matter how you try
As we fight the lake of existence, our feet sink deeper and deeper
The ideas remained and became the hell for the human eyes
As the sun shines less, you’re closer to reaching madness
Already seen, already heard
Already existed, already born
Raising all my fears… My mind, it never was mine
Time ago we were already known
All carried by the waves of life
[Come back for a taste of blood. In your eyes I appreciate the bricks of madness]
Please, silence my fears… My mind, it never was mine
“Time ago we could have stopped the waves that will bring her life to an end”
[So maybe I learnt from her sands? There was no chance for me…]
“The child realizes that everything he has always considered to be his own being is nothing more than a replica of what has already happened before. Without a ‘self’ of his own; like a puppet of fate, there is no such reason to resist the inevitable. He embraces his madness.”
The child meets truth. If one clear form of learning is imitation, and the human body itself is made up of pre-established defense mechanisms, what remains of us as individuals? One does not even choose the mere fact of being born.
Some years ago, I was terrified of sharing the same fate as my mother — the lack of ‘fixing’. As my mental health worsened, I couldn’t stop thinking that I might be just as unstable as she was.
A professional told me that I did not have to end up the same as my mother, and I am grateful for what she told me at that time. That relieved some of the weight I was carrying.
Still, it is probably the most important song in this work – in terms of concept. To this day, I feel afraid of facing the rest of my life because of my sudden crises. I do know what instability is.
Ever since I was a very young child, I’ve had music around me. And as far as I know, it all started with Iron Maiden. My passion for wanting to be a musician grew from that.
I feel it's my 'origin'—it’s the furthest back I can go.