A circle and a square Emblematic figure of man Infinite number of dots And straight lines printed
On the ancient canvas that's Around us infinite universe
We are the Perfection We are the Fallen
Why are we so divine Of flesh bones and blood Being so fragile Able of doing good It's way much easier To do evil
The portrait The figure A prison that we build The mind The soul In a constant war
Our forms are designed To contain the pure essence Something that we do not Want to see or believe ever
Too blind to see the truth And too arrogant in its acceptance
Why are we so divine Of flesh bones and blood Being so fragile Able of doing good It's way much easier To do evil
The portrait The figure A prison that we build The mind The soul In a constant war
Maybe The answer Lies in Front of us All
A dualism That the gods Envy us
Why are we so divine Of flesh bones and blood Being so fragile Able of doing good It's way much easier To do evil
The portrait The figure A prison that we build The mind The soul In a constant warTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
