We nothing are but the ashtray of our own unattainable dreams Shadows of what we once were the clock is slowing ticking on our way, we should have run faster The truth is out there And as an extension to nothingness We turn our back to the light For they hold the digit that colours the sky As a burning attempt to burn us all Just a form, not a human Just a number, not a face Just another lost maggot in this pile of rotten bodies Just a number, not a face Just a code, not a soul We all know suffering is so much better Its odour is worth worship Like the pale creature once told I envy who all the world holds Hid as they climb Those lying bodies rot Underneath the falling laws Just a form, not a human Just a number, not a face They deny both fear and time Just a number, not a face Just a code, not a soul And as their fall begins Joy and calm takes over Till death shows its cards Till the void opens once more No last tales shall be toldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
