Opus 1 : Hyperprism, From The Album The Hyperprism Time Factory

Rogério Schnack do Amaral

Compositor: Schnack Do Amaral

Hyperprism

When the lights come running, from your deep and graceless mind
My soul is very close to my dream vice
Darkness bright, rings shines and the iris of your eyes
Cats, shrines and the linger of your lies

Places and spaces from the silent mouth
Ignores me.
Echoes and red cups
Ignores me

When the blue is come again from the coldness of your smile
The fright of my voice is near to my replies
Unholly lights, glass, tight
Maps, raps, rests, hats