Can you think You can hold this world In thy hands? Lay down Grasp for air Disemboweled being Scrap doll
Thousand thorns had grown up Thousand nails through thy eyes Exhult, exhort and face
Or drown in everyday's misery To become a shade Just as everyone In the flattening of the world
Souring taste Of cynic words Feed thy biferness Reach Apotheosis
Words are wind Memories are stones That you raise each day
No salvation expected For the mourner Ad nauseam (Hell is so real)
You can wait for long A sign, a light From the sky Better lose in an ocean of tears So blue So cold Little taste of Death
Words would never heal A glance at the world Of utter ugliness
Admit It will never end Despair succeed to despair Succeed to despair Succeed to despair Ages never change us Whatever you can be
Bear your cross Be nailed on it But, you won't Be the expected messiah
Remember
Words remain wind Memories, stones Would you carry it each day?
There's no salvation expected For the mourner Apotheosis Awaken 'till the end
Wiil that fades Vanished strength Empty shell
How can you hold the world in thy hands now? You've drown in everyday's misery Just like a shade, like "them"
Apotheosis Little mourner Just another min's witheningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
