[Kazeko]

I'm a silent prophet, chanelling through the stars.
We're all the mirrors, the fragments of broken glass.
Our world belongs to us, yet we borrowed it
From the dreams of the counsciousness split.

We hear each other's voices.
We make choices.
But we're organic,
And we often freeze in panic.

Shamanic rhytms, ancient myths
Religions and science.
Weird, kaleidoscopic alliance.
Yet we often stay in silence...