Standing here, it's all so clear Fighting this battle, that's deep within Watching the ruins of my past crumble down as we fall from grace Now I'm looking back on all of the striving and hope to find the way where we can turn the darkest gem and make it shine But all is in vein as what I'm searching for is forevermore where I once began In hindsight, I am sure; nothing is ever as it may seem so don't turn rock to gold
Waking up in a room full of filth and stench inside Here it's been a war, late night hours for the cure Working in solitude to find the formula I don't want to believe that we cannot change what we see there must be another way Leave it behind, all of my prejudice Fools are we all, but I am not crazy to just give it up no matter what they say I am discovering a way to make gold or at least that's what I thought at the time Perfection is the goal as we trans mutate Endless searching for noble commodities Counting the cost of human sacrifice as we pay the prize of our hunger for the shallowy dice High time to endure the truth of life Before it's too late so venture inside Miss the core of You by holding on to the thought of You Can you feel the deeper side of truth? Perfection is the goal as we trans mutate Endless searching for noble commodities Counting the cost of human sacrifice as we pay the prize of our hunger for the shallowy dice High time to endure the truth of life Before it's too late so venture inside Miss the core of You by holding on to the thought of You Can you feel the deeper side of truth? Only pain and suffering How do we evolve from it? The mastery to experience the change within Time and time again we lose ourselves again So what is it that makes one fall off the edge into Dark and lonely halls... Blood deserted fields... Does our maker play this trick on us or is it real? As the story continues... the man keeps wondering... struggling... running in circles... desperately looking for a way out of his own demise But suddenly... he comes to a realization... there is another side to this golden coin... of which he has always yearned... to find Creation cannot be defined Nor can it be man-made As I let go of me, myself and I Now, Alchemy of life Cataclysmic, catastrophic, upheaval of time Innocence is reborn once we mine our inner cave Cataclysmic, catastrophic, upheaval of time Innocence is reborn once we mine our inner caveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
