At the vigil of our faith, We were thrown with rocks, They kept gawking in denial, And gnawing the corpse, They drew a square on the ashes, To bind us in like raving cattle, We are the deceased.
Slowly reaching towards the sun, With weak and injured wings, Aware of the surrounding disaster, At the peak of liberation's debris.
I refuse to condescend, I'd rather just lay down and die, Drown in a place distant from your chambers where you lie. The pressure of water pulls me beneath the surface again, Reflecting the top of the tree from which I leaped.
When the tides run out, You are nothing more than a child, Forever bound to suck the shriveled breast of hope.
Mindless endeavour, from slumber awakened, Held by the fires of time that once flew, Now the will to conquer has only strengthened, Uniting with the stream of our foolish lies.
I refuse to condescend, I'd rather just lay down and die, Drown in a place distant from your chambers where you lie. The pressure of water pulls me beneath the surface again, Reflecting the top of the tree from which I leaped.
Slowly reaching towards the sun, With weak and injured wings, Aware of the surrounding disaster, At the peak of liberation's debris. The price of freedom is eternal vigilance That drives us to hide and camouflageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
