Obliged to feed the subconscious With what you need In the absence of ideas or concepts Repeat: “I’m the strongest one, I’m the stable one” The gentlest push through the door Tie the hands And shackle the feet
What seemed so important When we were them Scratch in spirals that line every surface The patterns distract the pain
Mute contemporaries fear the falling As you tear the deeds Post industrial broke isolation Needs belief You’re the conscious one You’re the able one The eroding coastlines and shores Make the waves abandon the seas
Sooner or later These ties and lines That try to connect us all Will fail and break
Scratch in spirals that line every surface The patterns distract the pain No reward deemed fit for our purpose A cold to make winter seem tame
There’s no relief for this sting Such cruel truth to be accepting of What a way to discover We were playing for keeps Same guns pointing the same way This shot will ring
How it seemed They couldn’t divide us all But there we go Blind into a fall Take a step back
It’s how I’ll remember This chosen way Well, one of the waysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
