Roaming along a reflection left undrawn In a time-shaped projection – impalpable We came into being within an empty breath On the broken line where Chimaera and Medusa meet As the symmetrical basis of a lifelike masquerade Yet flawed from the point of dawn Though our words hang on this illusion We long for a horizon that has always been to come
Upon the ridge of sharp cliffs, I stare At the cursing winds of the fixed stars Under the arch of our cosmological vanity
At this graveyard's expectations I stare With thoughts of an original autopoiesis The apostate left with his secret unsolved And from the first step of a senseless reason We've been following the melodies of our blessed corpses
Upon the ridge of sharp cliffs, I stare At the cursing winds of the fixed stars Under the arch of our cosmological vanity At this graveyard's expectationsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
