A requiem for the artificial. Our melodies useless to the dead. Like a sparrow without a throat, my serenades only fade. I'm becoming a myth! This glass jaw only speaks words of legacy. If this were my last breath, I wouldn't say a fucking word. I am the machinist killed by my own creation. The kingdom's subject of ridicule perpetually evermore. I did not come from nothing and I refuse to die for nothing. Pierced hands will carry the ocean for the earth nothing short of a sail, to the edge of the sea I'll never tell the tale. I'll return home a fable your majesty's lore of tragedy. Alone and unshackled your words will fail to define me. I am what I am. Don't you tell me what to believe! These walls, unfit. This foundation, oh so rustic I'm picking up the pieces of our shattered city. I will arise! We will arise!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
