Inside a chaotic and beautiful lie A wounded work of pain Divine but torn Wreaking havoc on our hearts In a divine confusion Blinded by everything Crooked feelings pick at our troubled mind So the passage to sleep gets harder to accept We close our eyes and wonder the harmonies of the road Walking in the dark Tripping and falling We get up and step into the light Along the muted stones and driest leaves Life being crafted under cold winters Hidden roads inside the wastelands Storms diverting the path unto new horizons If the shores were not ravaged By human greed and ignorance Resilience would draw a wall of adventures Ingrained in our cells The places of Mother Earth are connected on their terms Nothing detached in the collective souls Strained ropes around our neck As we cross the burning bridge Icon of strength Without rage Universal sense of awareness Waiting to be heard Bent down on our back Old oaths thrown in the wind We're cursed through sludge and torment Never turning our back To the haunting flares Onwards to our endless rest Falling asleep Our feet marching the sphere Vibrations of a bell Let the madness rise Not a whisper Not a thought Not a kiss No luck to be lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
