All the laws have come to an end but flaws unfailing remain All your past was mine For myself - demand, after all, the sublime All crafts move to one stream A stream we think is the main one So clear it seems to be our dream But all results feel the same Our conclusion, a grand delusion Are we the kings of our times? While we limit what others would die for human limits stack and outreach the sky Awaiting the last convulsion Flaws, unfailing to blame Reap the harvest of decline From carbon soil may rise the end of time Ring the bell for our demise Abundantly one shall step aside Infusions of gross illusions Blood red runs through all veins We harvest what we seeded before Self-created "threats" are at the door A cycle of violence can just be broken by non-violence Yet men still push against the wheel Lead: Danny Tunker Awaiting the last convulsion Flaws, unfailing to blame Reap the harvest of decline From carbon soil may rise the end of timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
