Bridge To A Desert — Cemetery Of Scream

The role of Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge a bridge to a desert a hope in empty words is like the sand, the sand that burns my soul with a glow of desires

Who was I? Who Am I? Who'll I be? Should I try?

Can we stop the rain if the sky is blind can we stop the tear a bird that is divine

Left the night behind silent candle prayers no one's ever found tear that pined away

How strange... so moonlit is the great wall of china; this night! the huge full moon is casting long shadows before my eyes as I'm slowly strolling over the wall, approaching another tower. what am I doing here? I feel spiritually naked under these chinese skies. Not thinking, still waiting... all those myths and beliefs, I have heard seem likely to happen, now. what have I come here for? I remember nothing...

The chinese girl: good gods have sent me here to warn you. but my warning is a riddle, and the final answer belongs to you, master. please, listen up: what lies between reality and unreality and we all have to go there?

Nothingness, it is nothingness