Counting the grazes, the wounds oe this time, scratches and cuts lie open in the mud empathy stolen from the ones yet to come, what's left is not more than a crumb the flag we're waving is of forward progress life took us down to the lands of dryness leaving behind wasteland and trash left on the stage only black ash what would belong to them they will never see, what had to feedthem they will never taste the greatness and vastness – they'll never feel the flag we're waving, is of forward progress modernity took us down, to the lands of dryness leaving behind wasteland and trash left on the stage only black ash when our curtain falls, the void they'll see leaving behind wasteland and trash, left on the stage only black ashTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
