Floating imperceptible cinders... Back and forth a stare over the cosmic veil As a star is dying nuclear winters' coming; Oh, entangled earth, distant eyes ablaze
Interweave forever into your hunger As gravity collapses and lightly torn asunder
Sowing the seeds, Then burning the fields We are burning the fields, Then sowing the seeds
Nothing lives or dies here, Just calumnies of matter onto the dark It slips through our fingers, Unperceiving the emptiness
We are burning the stellar fields
I rise through debris and the dust Who is this sun? I always spoke to the stars I rise through debris and the dust Who was this sun? I always spoke to the stars
Release me from myself, fading back into the womb, that stellar, ethereal tomb just waiting for my moment to matter and consciousness slept inside the stars and we must remember that we forgot there's an immunity boundless ahead of it all
Further, always further from here These memories are continuing Ever onward before the dawn Seeing as a time we can't escape
I'm drifting and fading and choking in here These nightmares are continuing Aching glimpses always in hiding I'm begging, begging you for hope
I stumble through the rugged door; The crater of my being Watching this heart graciously beating, Until it beats no more
Interweave forever into your hunger As gravity collapses and lightly torn asunder
We are burning the stellar fields...
I rise through debris and the dust Who is this god? I always spoke to the stars I rise through debris and the dust Who was this god? I always spoke to the stars I rise through debris and the dust Who is this god? I always spoke to the stars
Debris and the dust... Who are these gods? Debris and the dust... They came from the stars!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
