Riding the line between the dark and the light. The dream is all white but the given hand is gray. The conquest to find the pattern of reason. And the reason it remains to be unknown.
Shining a light on indifference. Apathetic aperture waiting to come around. The ebb and flow of utter absurdity. Riding the line between the dark and the light.
Somebody tell them they've got no time because the dawn may never come. It won't exist if you can't perceive it. Don't write a book without an ending.
A look at the past, all that defines you. The shadow of yourself, perceived as static. Unchanging, unwavering, we're lying to ourselves. At the end of it all, we're never really anybody.
Riding the line between the dark and the light.
Gather everybody in the common area. I know a place to hide your weary souls. Ephemeral perception of phenomenon. Nostalgia always was a burden. Embracing the nature of change lacks the remorse of passing through. At the cosmic dawn I walked through the nothingness. Into existence, I was a blank canvas. The painting began in small to larger strokes. By the external absurdity I rise. You never had to be what you were, because you never began as something. We're all nothing.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
