Home, so far away In this island, I am made of clay
And the sea is the surroundings
In dreams, I can access world beyond
They include beasts of underworld, but I am not afraid
It's better to achieve great things through fear and pain than to reach level of no matter without any effort

After the search, I find that this world has either no meanings or a great saving,
But nevertheless, nothing here can reach the ability to talk to the dead, reach to God, summon Satan, swim in the ocean of universe
Nor talking the ancient languages and achieving the absurd goals of this existence

Night can still take me away,
Without falling to the abyss
Sometimes the hidden mind has more value than the spirits who call outside
When that becomes reality, this life doesn't grant anything greater than moral orgasms to those who do not seek for levels such as the one of the moon
This is the only thing I can tell you, and this is the thing that no one believes in
Not even myself