Electrogarden

My imagination is really my creation
I draw my pictires inside my sick mind
I walk alone in amazing conceived electrogarden
which filled by sparks and small salutes
Oh, my contrast fairyland!
Bright fruits, light imagination and there is so silently
Already i don't feel passion
There is no filth
Fantasy embraced me and I feel myself very well
But it has brought a new pain
Horror thundering sound
It break the silence, the stars disappears
I must quickly run out!  And I'll save myself by this way
You really see, that the lightnings can overtake me ?
I'm running very quickly
And then I wake up
It is only illusions - it is not really
And I look on it inside my sick mind
I feel lies but I promise - when night will come to my window
I will walk by empty streets, visiting calm electrogarden
I will open gates  for this strange dream's place
I see fall of sleepy shadows and my sacred dreams
I see empty people after my travel
They don't know mission of their lifes
My imagination is really my creation
I draw my pictures inside my sick mind
Electrogarden... Electrogarden...