We are chasing our whale, blinded by rage. We act, but we do not think. Is this an immutable cycle? If so, we are doomed to failure. We hurt, chase, we fight, but we do not change. I ask myself, what can define ourself as “alive”? No answers. No echoes. Now, blood-red is the wake that the massive beasts of the sea are leaving behind. The eternal spiral of pain that we cause will be both our liberation and our end. Therefore, there will be no empathy before doomsday.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
