Reclaiming the time we have wasted waiting Between the mud and rubble of our lives we are survivors condemned to breathe among the dead with hope born from solitude.
There´s no need to remove the blindfold from those who walk in darkness There´s no need to remove the blindfold from those already blind
What if the illusion to overcome despair falls? What if we have already uttered our final words? what we set out to be when dreaming was worth it is a sham to be forgotten
The world keeps spinning and here we are with nothing to behold Submerged within this thickening fog where ambitions are dying hopes. We die looking for the answers written in the paths we did not wish to walk.
What if the illusion to overcome despair falls? What if we have already uttered our final words?
To look up to the sky, willing to break the fetters of fate The need to scream, to howl like a light bearer to reveal the way in the void of our soul
Reclaiming the time we have wasted waiting Between the mud and rubble of our lives we are survivors condemned to breathe among the dead with hope born from solitude.
The world keeps spinning and here we are with nothing to behold Submerged within this thickening fog where ambitions are dying hopes. We die looking for the answers written in the paths we did not wish to walk.
Fog envelops, and entombs our withered light A pathetic shadow of its glorious birth Awaiting burial within the cold embrace Freed from the prison of DesireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
