As ferocious rain falls onto innocent ones Innocents fighting compulsorily In a gray landscape filled with dark clouds Day by day trapped in the void of their consciousness Waiting for a tomorrow that will never arrive
Thousands upon thousands fallen, in a storm of delusion Lost souls, fighting to hold onto something It becomes easy, so easy to see the end Could it be worst?
The looming collapse of our hopes Hopes burnt by the destruction of the fire of arrogance Is it that hard to see each other?
Of course it becomes harder inside the smoke that blinds our senses The immaculated void pouring into our minds Patterns, models, will be repeated as cycles till the end of time As blind eyes As those minds controlled from the depths Can attain empathyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
