Scenes of madness, seen all around The paradox of nature, everywhere to be found We self-contradict, in our own existence Rejecting the cure, with intended resistance
Dreams of utopia, through the slaying of peace A long-lasting absurdity. Witnessing atrocities, yet turning a blind eye A trivial matter, whether you make it from here alive
An enigma of being, since we opened our eyes The truths are buried deep, by no means they can arise No, they won't arise. How can the past be believed? when we struggle to perceive the present? A paradox built to deceive, To hide any true intents
How can the past be believed In this paradox that we live?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
