Leap Of Faith
spend all your time waiting for that second chance for the break that will make it ok there’s always some reason to feel “not good enough” and it’s hard at the end of the day I need some distraction oh beautiful release memories seep from my veins they may be empty and weightless and maybe I’ll find some peace tonight.

spend all your time waiting for that second chance
for the break that will make it ok
there’s always some reason to feel “not good enough”
and it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
they may be empty and weightless
and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight.

he slept a summer by my side he filled my days with endless wonder he took my childhood in his stride but he was gone when autumn came.
and still I dreamed he’d come to meand we would live the years togetherbut there are dreams that cannot beand there are storms we cannot weather.

he slept a summer by my side
he filled my days with endless wonder
he took my childhood in his stride
but he was gone when autumn came.

and still I dreamed he’d come to me
and we would live the years together
but there are dreams that cannot be
and there are storms we cannot weather.

What is the truth? We place faith in ourselves. We see the world for what it truly is, and hope that one day all of mankind would see the same.
What is the world? The world is an illusion, one to which we can submit, as most do, or transcend.
What does it mean to transcend? To recognize that nothing is true and everything is permitted. That laws arise not through divinity but through fate. I realize now that our Creed demands us not to be free, but to be wise.

What is the truth? We place faith in ourselves. We see the world for what it truly is, and hope that one day all of mankind would see the same.

What is the world? The world is an illusion, one to which we can submit, as most do, or transcend.

What does it mean to transcend? To recognize that nothing is true and everything is permitted. That laws arise not through divinity but through fate. I realize now that our Creed demands us not to be free, but to be wise.

”(…)somos como madressilva quando se enrola à volta do ramo da aveleira:  uma vez a ela ligada e presa, ambas podem durar juntas eternamente, mas,  se as querem separar, a madressilva morre em pouco tempo e o mesmo  sucede à aveleira. Tal é o nosso caso: nem vós sem mim, nem eu sem vós!”

”(…)somos como madressilva quando se enrola à volta do ramo da aveleira: uma vez a ela ligada e presa, ambas podem durar juntas eternamente, mas, se as querem separar, a madressilva morre em pouco tempo e o mesmo sucede à aveleira. Tal é o nosso caso: nem vós sem mim, nem eu sem vós!”

vereis, senhores, que todos os crimes são perdoados, menos os crimes contra o amor…

vereis, senhores, que todos os crimes são perdoados, menos os crimes contra o amor…

but you held your pride like you should’ve held me

but you held your pride like you should’ve held me

live as if you were to die tomorrow. feel like you were to be reborn now. face as if you were to live forever.

live as if you were to die tomorrow. feel like you were to be reborn now. face as if you were to live forever.

aut viam inveniam aut faciam

aut viam inveniam aut faciam

Choose life.  Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big  television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and  electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental  insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter  home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.  Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking  fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.  Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game  shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away  at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more  than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned  to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I  want to do a thing like that?

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?