Can a simple mind defy the seasons of the storm ahead?
Mind and heart are destined to be amazed by death
Shall love prevail after this doom?
Denial often blind us to see the much fancy bloom
A scream of hysteria aching for peace… That’s all that we need to survive the catastrophe
We need to reach beyond the given limits of what we consider existence
The Incubus may have changed through time
We may fail to intertwine
Still, we keep the flame alive
That stupid little light that we call love and that we try to help survive…