In fair lines, nodding Into an abyss we are marching There is no need for idea Just your branded insignia Mutely falling to the dust In loud silence our prayer just Barely audible in the wind No one hears our shaky hint
Billions of people All alone in the ether In light scattered by smutty glass Knelling on the picture with shadows to our backs Idly The friend is a bird or the stars on the scenery
The fire burns yet I still shiver My soul is empty and light I desire In myself I'm building my own little space A kind of world where my dreams are in grace
Would you smile if it's not denied? If solitude and joy are having a fight I can hear the iron maybe it's weeping But for the Hunan face, a mask he's keeping Shines and twinkles, blinding them all But cm it sits the cold and the dull A human staircase leads to the top Which is wrapped by a sea of teardrops
Animae Scrinium est servitus
Around our mind we build walls We see what we draw on them, And think we are one of them We finished gifting, I protest, but we're just driftingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
