Whirl yourself - In brand new realm. It's anything - In no one's cell. A crazy glitch - In the logic pale. From chaos born, The beauty's there. Nothing, never, is, Without your shade or kiss. It's now - together We all dwell... We're born and dead, We're just a spell, Perfection never do - Repeats itself, The moment brings, And kills the realm - But it's still there.