---

At the first beam of new dawn,
Over next seed popping out,
Handful of new smiles are born.
What could possibly go wrong?

Hunting opportunities,
Placing jewels to the crown,
Framing all that one can see,
With no will to bend the knee.

Energetic, yet so sore,
Hungry creature blind to fate,
Creeping through the corridor,
Ready to devour more.

Blissful story exposed to rain,
Certain and barren concurrently,
Not expecting the promised pain,
That will yield perfect tragedy.

The harvest is not as it seems,
The harvest full of parasites,
Deception of abundant breed
Explains the bleeding sanity.

The New Eden in decay,
Crooked with defiled fruit,
In its eyes you are a stray,
You no longer need to pray.

Paradise tree, roots of hell,
The beams fade behind eclipse,
Emotionlessly accept,
That the knee has bent itself.

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.