These lyrics are from my 2013 era, originally written in this
 notebook which I named: &quot;The Black and White Notebook&quot;.

The Black and White Notebook

Be real &#40;with me&#41; 
 so I can be real &#40;with you&#41; 
 And we'll be real 
 among the reals 
 therefore it'll be reality 
 
 Be real among the fakes 
 there's no point in faking it 
 to them everything real is fake 
 'cause fakedness/fakeness/faking is their reality 
 
 Be real &#40;with me&#41; 
 so I can be real &#40;with you&#41; 
 And we'll be real 
 among the reals 
 creating our reality 
 
 Be real among the reals 
 there's no point in faking it 
 with them share your reality 
 enhance your originality 
 
 Be real &#40;with me&#41; 
 so I can be real &#40;with you&#41; 
 And we'll be real 
 among the reals 
 fulfilling duality 
 
 Be real at all cost 
 cheap is the loss/lost 
 and the prize's always worth &#40;it&#41; 
 'cause/if &nbsp; the fakes have no boss 
 
 Be fake if you try 
 with deception and desguise 
 the fakes to unmask 
 &nbsp; &#10551; &#40;But&#41; Beware that such task 
 &nbsp; &#10551; That is such a hard task 
 if you reckon that 
 nothing you'll find behind &#40;it&#41; 
 
 So be real with me 
 and I'll be real with you 
 'cause if you're real with me 
 I'll see the real in you 
 I'll se the real in me 
 We'll be in reality TWO.

Real

I've seen nice ones get ugly 
 and ugly ones bloom like "that" 
 I've seen smart ones turn stupid 
 and dumb ones start/learn to fly 
 I've seen the wealthy become miserable 
 and the poor ones to laugh 
 I've also seen lights get dimmer 
 and the darkness to spark 
 I've seen &#40;the&#41; sadness 
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 &#10551; like &#40;a&#41; fog coming/springing off my heart 
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 &#10551; while the ceiling got high 
 I've seen hot ones become cooler 
 and cold ones warmth to raise 
 I've seen the edge of the abbyss 
 hanging above my mind. 
 &#40;and&#41; 
 &#40;I've seen&#41; the infinity of heaven 
 laying on the ground. 
 I've seen the fingers of the wind 
 playing in/with the grass 
 and &#40;I've seen&#41; the stillness 
 of the water by the lake in the south 
 I've seen the sand get/turn to stone/became stoned 
 and I've seen the rock speaking fast 
 
 I've seen bodies selling souls 
 and &#40;I've seen&#41; spirits bargaining for salt 
 
 I've seen demons on the mirror 
 and I've seen death in their eyes 
 
 I've seen movies in the clouds 
 and burning pyras of sacrifice 
 I've seen bugs giving birth 
 and ants working hard 
 
 I've seen the patience of the spider 
 and the steadfastness in/of &nbsp;their hunt 
 
 I've seen trees telling stories 
 and the moon loving the Sun 
 I've seen nights of stars falling 
 and afternoons of lightining perfuming the sky 
 I've seen kids began crawling/walking 
 and elders turned to dust 
 
 I've seen life playing with me 
 and I've seen me trying to dance 
 I've seen this and others things 
 among the few I recall 
 and I've seen the long road 
 &#40;that is&#41; yet to walk 
 But I've seen no one so beautiful 
 when I look into your eyes.

No One

What is the chance 
 that the Light will not shine 
 when you've given me such a ridle to solve 
 
 What are the chances 
 to win when the machines 
 run the show 
 
 What has become 
 of our fate 
 with this kind-of-math 
 brought &#40;out&#41; from hell. 
 
 Where is the byte 
 that will spark 
 like a fuse with no end 
 a turmoil that will bring 
 this confusion &#40;to an&#41; end 
 
 What is the chance that you and I 
 will converge in this infinite mess 
 as if the numbers could tell? 
 
 So far &#40;by now&#41; we must wait 
 for that that some call 
 science from hell 
 to twitch/wind the watches and fail 
 we must be patience and wait 
 &#40;it&#41; soon will began 
 the heaven on earth.

Chance

For you I'm casting a shadow 
 that shines like your face 
 so dark glowing 
 as the obscurity decays 
 
 And the signs of the Sun 
 will array 
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 the loud secrets 
 that can't be saved. 
 
 For you I'm casting a shadow 
 that will eat all the pain 
 as we speak on fifth heaven 
 &#40;of&#41; what can't we say. 
 
 And the signs of the Sun 
 will array 
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 the loud secrets 
 that can't be saved. 
 
 For you I'm casting a shadow 
 to summon success 
 will it bring all the fun 
 so anciently conveyed/said 
 
 And the signs of the Sun 
 will erase 
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 the dark secrets 
 that no one would tell.

Casting a Shadow

It is said and you don't listen 
 It is written and you don't read 
 It is showed and you don't tell 
 Then you say it's hidden 
 between the words spoken 
 of those who came to speak/pray 
 And complaint openly 
 about the occult under the Sun 
 Saying/You say &nbsp; "beauty is in the eye 
 of the beholder" 

 but never Look/Looking 
 into your eye&#40;s&#41;/face 

 Like a blind asking a deaf 
 about the color of the blood. 
 
 So they tell you 
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 It is said and you don't listen 
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 It is written and you don't read 
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 It is showed and you won't tell 
 
 Yet you pursue 
 to give excuses to the Truth 
 about the lies in your mouth 
 because you can't understand 
 what's been sculpted/carved &nbsp; on the sand 
 And you say "Let it be" 
 So closed-heartedly 
 as if love were to/could &nbsp; fit 
 inside the box&#40;es&#41; of your mind/brain 
 
 So they tell you 
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 It is said and you don't listen 
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 It is written and you don't read 
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 It is showed and you won't tell 
 
 And when they show you steadily 
 all the secrets you've saved 
 
 Stealthly you run 
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 to withdraw them 
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 like cash 
 Fearing they may devaluate 
 as stock going down 
 And you feel &#40;in&#41; bankrupt 
 
 As you pursue burst of wishes 
 with your purse/pockets full of wishes 
 in selfishness kept/selffishly kept 
 that you never spent 
 
 So they tell you 
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 It is said and you don't listen 
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 It is written and you don't read 
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 It is showed and you won't tell 
 
 And when the time arrives 
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 they will provide 
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 the last test to pass 
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 and your fear just won't can 
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 the occult 
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 &#10551; fight 
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 So best luck next time 
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 you come to visit us. 
 Or 
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 you join us in desguise.

Fear of the Occult

Welcome to the Maze 
 it is free to enter 
 you pay the ticket on your way out 
 if you can find the exit 
 or &#40;you&#41; wanna leave... 
 
 It's walls are ever changing 
 shifting &#40;the&#41; day into &#40;the&#41; night 
 like/and &nbsp; a rainbow of colors 
 that sets the mood right 
 
 Beware of the monsters 
 that dwell inside 
 'cause you'll face the reflection 
 of your darkest side 
 
 When you think it's get simpler 
 "simple" will get tough 
 and in the toughest situations 
 you'll see the way out/the light 
 
 Maybe you'll find a nice spot 
 in which to reside 
 a comfortable place 
 that'll absorb your past 
 giving you a blissful present 
 where there is no time.
 
 It halls are full-doored 
 that leads to infinit/endless/countless &nbsp; rooms 
 like an answer that leads to more questions 
 or a candle in the &#40;midst of the&#41; night. 
 
 You wouldn't believe that 
 such righteous chaos 
 could make you go nuts 
 but everything is so up-side-down 
 that maybe it'll set you straight 
 
 So forget about your senses 
 don't listen to your mind 
 the exit is so close 
 just close your eyes 
 and follow your heart.

Welcome to the Maze

Why choose to be exploited 
 until they became enslaved? 
 Why they like to feed off 
 what has fallen on the ground? 
 Why they want to sell out 
 that that has no price? 
 Why they wish to attain 
 what will no convey/remain? 
 
 Is it that they don't know? 
 Is it that they don't care? 
 or maybe &#40;it's that&#41; they think that they can't? 
 
 How come they don't believe 
 not even in themselves? 
 
 What is it that they want? 
 What is it that they prey &#40;for&#41;? 
 Where is it that they live &#40;in&#41;? 
 and when? 
 
 So &#40;it&#41; doesn't matter how much you try to persuade'em 
 nor how much do you explain &#40;them&#41; 
 
 They have become an illusion 
 in which they reflect. 
 That's why they love &#40;the&#41; mirrors 
 that talk about them. 
 &#40;And&#41; in their silence they drown 
 because they can't pay 
 the expenses/bill/price &nbsp;of what has no body 
 the smell of that has no scent. 
 
 So go on in/with your journey in between them 
 don't ever look back 
 there's no need to escape 
 neither there's place 
 'cause they will laught at you 
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 &#10551; if you ever tell &#40;them&#41; 
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 the truth of their essence.

Slaves of the Matter

I'm a walker 
 I walk through the day and through the night 
 through the mountain and the valley 
 through the winter and the summer 
 I walk through the rain and through the mud 
 Watching all the things that happens 
 in this neverending rally 
 
 And you can't tell me not to walk 
 'cause I walk in my dreams 
 And you can't tell me not to dream 
 'cause I dream while I'm living 
 and you can't tell me not to live 
 'cause we are all made of spirits. 
 
 So I walked through life and through death 
 through the end and the beggining 
 through the earth and through the starts 
 through the sand and through the river 
 
 And you can't tell me not to walk 
 'cause I walk in my dreams 
 And you can't tell me not to dream 
 'cause I dream while I'm living 
 and you can't tell me not to live 
 'cause we are all made of spirits. 
 
 So I'll walk through the heat and through the cold 
 through the dead and through the living 
 through the truthful and the deceiving 
 through the darkness and into the light 
 doing everything I can just to see you shine 
 every morning like the Sun.

Walker

You were born/thrown 
 into a perfect paradise 
 So you crawled, you walked 
 and you learned to fly. 
 
 But your tempest aroused 
 destroying everything in it's path 
 So you sobbed, you cried 
 and you yelled "why?" 
 
 So then you crept, you hoped 
 until/and&nbsp;you walked &#40;again&#41; like a man 
 also/and/then &nbsp;you remember &#40;how&#41; to fly 
 but your wings went/flyed away 
 once the tempest calmed/got down 
 So you tried to forget 
 all that you had/was/it was 
 
 &#40;and once again you tried to fly&#41; 
 &#40;but your wings flyed away&#41; 
 &#40;once the tempest calmed down&#41; 
 
 So you sobbed, you/and cried and yelled "why?" 
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 &#10551; and &#40;you&#41; wanted to die 
 But your tempest aroused 
 bringing you peace of mind 
 So you whispered and prayed asking to know "why?" 
 and the light touched you and showed you "how". 
 
 So you worked and you sought to build/bring back 
 the/a perfect paradise 
 but what time took away you could not 
 bring back 
 and you thought and you learned what it meant "how" 
 
 So now you know that it doesn't matter "why?" 
 &nbsp; &#10551; nor how hard you tried &#40;to understand&#41; 
 Because all you care is that you build back 
 your perfect paradise. 
 &nbsp; &#10551;nor how hard you crawled, or you cried, 
 or you tried &#40;to fly&#41; 
 
 Because you know now how to build back 
 your perfect paradise.

Perfect Paradise

The ghost of the night will seduce you into/with 
 misleading temptations 
 with illusions/delutions &nbsp;of friends and lovers 
 that'll dissapear as/with the money in a 
 long night/party &nbsp;of loneliness surrounded by people 
 that'll no longer know you the day after 
 
 The ghost of the night will back-stab your emotions 
 and will throw them in a cage that only your 
 real friends can open, but they all went away 
 since you are caught in his web 
 
 The ghost of the night will make your "success" 
 feel like a void-emptyness and you'll only want more 
 because you don't/won't &nbsp;care 
 
 The ghost of the night will leave you &#40;once&#41; you're 
 broke and distressed, not knowing what happened 
 nor when. 
 Like a dream with eyes wide open waiting to awake 
 So check for your heart to know if it's there 
 'cause' that's the one thing He can't take away.

The Ghost of the Night

That&apos;s all. I hope you enjoyed it&#33;

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