Crush this boring starving time In naming days with insults Helping the seconds to trap the minutes Allow time to finish itself
Aged, often bitten by the needle The horizontal being wrinkles to speak Of course you can escape from it Just bribe the sky and its offspring
Snatch this breaking distance Embrace infinity in my house Measurement, frustration Kill the journey, kill the eagle That's it
Leave space for a close thing to become* A faraway not the same for all Except when it's high and low Directions should be a place A place that soaks itself
Flesh, only the body The flesh, worse than the mind Worse than the brain projecting failures Directions should be a place A place that soaks itself
Mind, worse than flesh, worse than ennui A tale for this flesh, to capture it
It's the reflexion of the eye, Brain wants to want, brain wants to sell Life doesn't exist, or sometimes When it's too hard to die without then it flies, to a god No... to me
But probably not
*in the song, the lyrics are actually "Leave space to become something close" but these are written in the bookletTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
