The drummer’s job is to keep time

The bass player’s job is to remind you that time doesn’t exist

And we sit still in deep seas
Where only light can breathe

I'm on a quest to find out how many ways one can express nothing

Colder than chaos
Staring at stars
Open one up
And see what's inside

The future is is made up of what we believe

And what we believe is possible

Change will govern those
Who refuse to change

If your mind is moving
You are stuck
If the world is moving
You are free

You don't need motion to have a perpetual motion machine
You only need a lack of friction

And you are never safe
But always saved

Nothing is nothing
Unless there is something
Then nothing is something

Charondam

Chaos is extremely difficult work
It is not simple maintaining randominity

Charondam is our art

The truth does not speak
The truth is spoken

There will always be something
That you will want
But there will not always be
Something that you will have

Enjoy what is
Not what will be
Or what was

Searching for lines in a universe full of circles

There is nothing wrong with the world
There is something wrong with you
And you are the world

The aspects of existence that are Universal and fundamental
Can not be explained or measured
Only known

There will come a time
When you will split in two
And you'll have to leave you here
Cause you'll have other things to do

I used to want to see
Now I want to know

We are the laughter of children
Spinning around each other;
Endless

Nobody knows
You know

There is not space between eyes

Life is like my owner running behind me to keep up
Me, on the leash, running full speed at nothing really important

Solve the problems in front of you
Not the problems you want to have.

I've counted everything in the universe and let me tell you it doesn't end!

Move forward
Toward
And if moving forward
Turns you backwards
Move forward

I don't feel anymore
Because I think too much
And all I think about
Is how I feel

In regards to living life, some choose to balance on a wide platform, some on a tightrope...
Is that fishing line over there? That'll do.

If this was the end
Would we let it go on forever?

There is another
And we have met
But I'm not sure
If it is another
Or just myself

To get what you want
You have to stop doing the thing that you're doing
Which is the reason why you want
What you want to get

I'm very emotional about my complete lack of emotion

I enjoy the areas where lines blur

It is inevitable that we shall each fake our own death

I'm always being sarcastic - even when I'm serious...
But I'm never being serious when I'm sarcastic.

I'm just an empty bottle purged of my original content
Fill me up with what you may, sweet or sour,
I won't know or say
I'm just an empty bottle

The clandestine occurs long and short
A sentence or two
The Universe
As symbols spin perpetually
The clandestines turns
Tightens
Endlessly

You can never rule over a world that you create
You can only rule over another's creation
Your Art does not belong to you
It is only released from you
If you try to hold onto it
It will suffocate