Time, it is killing all we see So why are we still too proud to be True to the world that we live in
We run trough the dungeons we were born into Since the empires of wisdom it is nothing new But we just like to be bleeding
Hold on to the twisted forms of existence Epistemic revolution dies in a distance
All that we find is growing inside Consciousness rising from the dust of our pride All that we've made, it degenerates All we've created is burning down in the flames of lost chances
Do you still think it's worth dying for your land (Your life is more) More than a number under their command (But who will pray) Pray on your grave when it's over Realize it is not just a sinless game To be killing on order
Sleeping well in a sound of war So why should we stop it when we want more Relax and turn on your TV
The place of the difference is always the same We're filling the abyss with our fear and pain No escape that could free me
We hold on to the twisted forms of existence Will epistemic revolution come from a distance?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
