Every step shall resonate as the culling of privation And in the echo of my forward betterment, I'd blaze a path for more to draggle
Burned by the false wonder Yet still, I felt content Afraid of the sound of the chimes In their very nature was how I made my choice For the awry ascent
O' how I roared for a cease! A staircase not of sense, but made of dreams that evade And grow until the ivy sprouts into the sky And shadows true existence -A false mirage What a foul immersion!
Burned by the false wonder Yet still, I felt content Afraid of the sound of the chimes In their very nature was how I made my choice For the awry ascent
No seer would tell me of my discarded faith I dismissed such heed I was embodies with pride—O' ego! -The worst of evils
Burned by the false wonder Yet still, I felt content Afraid of the sound of the chimes In their very nature was how I made my choice For the awry ascent
How the albatross can soar with those heavy, iron wings They would weigh me like a stone with a chiseled, cosmic story I admired such vim I admired such courage For it showed me I could fly If I only would endureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
