[Verse 1]
They have been
Doing
Terrible with
Disaffection
And drama
I am your
Special
Envoy
That stirs
Your sea
Your sea of limits
Of indeterminacy
[Verse 2]
Time itself is a transitory form, of which eternity will one day do without
Can anything be lost eventually?
Merengue? If reality is permanent, can love be lost if every event is eternally actualized?