When we were younger; striving to understand All that surrounded us; seeking the fountain We built a world on the graves of our fathers Carving our history Into the mountains
All hail our God of glass Shining and empty just like us Too fragile to last
Now we can span greater distances instantly Not saying anything worth a repeating And leave our children disposable monuments Trivial sentiments. Value is fleeting
No bones we leave behind No stones to trace us We will undo ourselves We have erased usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
