Dial C For Chaos

It doesn't matter..

What mistakes you've done.

What you forgot.

What really matters is the thought that still burns.

At the back door of your heart.

At the emergency exits of your mind.

At the coastlines of your body.

When all of your seas are one fire, you are on the right path.

When the sky is beneath your feet.

And all the mirrors are filled with clouds.

The storm will break the glass, the rain will melt the distance.

The reflections of your dreams are buried in your shadow.

Keep digging, until you free something.

Like gold, like water, like oil.

Let the night take your hand and lead you to the dark.

'Cause chaos is the real name of heaven.