TrialOfTears
Pipo & Elo Lyrics

Under the sun, there is nothing to hide
In broad daylight, there is nothing to mask or conceal.

Under the moon, the stranger waits inside
During nightfall, the stranger or unknown lingers within.

People disappear
Individuals vanish or go missing inexplicably.

The music fades away
The music gradually diminishes until it can no longer be heard.

Splashing through the rain
Trudging through the rain with noisy footsteps.

I'll dream with them one day
One day, I will share the same aspirations as those who have disappeared.

It's raining, raining On the streets of New York city It's raining, raining, raining deep in heaven
It is raining heavily in both the earthly realm and the afterlife.

I may have wasted all those years They're not worth their time in tears
Perhaps I have squandered several years, but dwelling on that is unproductive and futile.

I may have spent too long in darkness In the warmth of my fears
I may have prolonged my exposure to negativity and apprehension, relishing in their deceptive comfort.

Take a look at yourself Not at anyone else And tell me what you see
Examine yourself introspectively instead of comparing yourself to others and relay your observations.

I know the air is cold I know the streets are cruel But I'll enjoy the ride today
Despite the unpleasant surroundings of the urban environment, I will find pleasure in the moment.

And as I walk through all my myths Rising and sinking like the waves With my thoughts wrapped around me Through a trial of tears
As I navigate through my falsehoods and misconceptions, fluctuating like the tide, my ruminations engulf me during a tumultuous ordeal.

Hidden by disguise, stumbling in a world Feeling uninspired, he gets into his car Not within his eyes to see, open up, open up Not much better than the man you hate
Concealed by pretense, struggling aimlessly in a harsh world, he enters his vehicle. He lacks self-awareness and cannot improve much beyond the man he despises.

Still awake I continue to move along Cultivating my own nonsense Welcome to the wasteland Where you'll find ashes, nothing but ashes
I am alert and keep progressing in a random direction, nurturing my own idiosyncrasies. This is the wasteland - a barren and hopeless place where one only finds debris.

Bringing change, bringing movements Bringing life A silent prayer thrown away Disappearing in the air Rising, sinking, raining deep inside me Nowhere to turn I look for a way back home
Introducing adjustments, instilling action, disseminating vitality. A wordless plea disregarded vanishes, while a stormy and unsettled mindset persists inside. Now, without options, I search for a way to return home.

It's raining, raining, raining deep in heaven It's raining, raining, raining deep in heaven It's raining, raining, raining deep in heaven It's raining, raining, raining deep in heaven
The heavy rain continues to pour profoundly in the afterlife, resonating with the turmoil felt in the earthly realm.