Throughout a faint transition was a final thought That said the end of times was right in front of us. Gripping tight to the moment I saw myself staring at the stars By the gates of hell.
I cannot abide to an eye that lies to its higher mind and hides. Down in the underground, where the constant mantra is deafening. Where the silent flatline is beckoning me.
The air is dry and all we see is sky above our heads, and earth beneath our feet. Our minds collide, fighting for clarity. Cause this is who we are and who we'll always be. We trust the voice in our heads.
But we reject all the rest when fear and pain manifest. Is fate just perception, finding purpose, finding reason? Nothing stays the same but time and change. Sit back and watch as clocks turn back to where it all began. In the end, where we begin. Motion tethering presence. This is us, the infinite. Searching for the taste of existence.
The air is dry and all we see is sky above our heads, and earth beneath our feet. Our minds collide, fighting for clarity. Cause this is who we are and who we'll always be. The air is dry and all we see is sky above our heads, and earth beneath our feet. Our minds collide, fighting for clarity. Cause this is who we are and who we'll always be. We trust the voice in our heads. And in a faint transition was a final thought that said the end of times was right in front of us. Gripping tight to the moment I saw myself staring at the stars by the gates of hell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
