As a slave to differential rotation, you cannot escape before eons have passed As a servant to progression's motivation, you won't leave until the future is the past
As a product of what we call inventions, we cannot run before we can walk As a victim of a myriad of intentions, we must learn to think before we talk
Swept in the circles of endless repetition Trapped in orbit around microscopic riddles
The answer's echo eliminates the question Our unnatural nature keeps rotating between two cradlesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
