The walls are high, the ceiling low, so low The air is thick, we are so slow, so slow
So low So slow So low So slow
Create a world of balance and symmetry Far from reminders of our mortality It will split the spirit to the bone Because in this crowd we feel alone
In this cage we call our own We are surrounded by a world of stone Like birds that cannot fly In this poisoned, empty sky In this cage we call our own We are surrounded by a world of stone Like birds that cannot fly In this poisoned, empty sky
This man-made Eden is a prison A place of horror and treason This is a prison Of horror and treason
A glass garden, a world of illusion A place of confinement and self delusion
The walls are high, the ceiling low, so low The air is thick, we are so slow, so slow The walls are high, the ceiling low The air is thick, we are so slow
With each step strive for resurrection Escape the horde, find your direction Embrace your pain, your imperfections Become a child of your own creation Embrace your pain, your imperfections Become a child of your own creation
In this cage we call our own We are surrounded by a world of stone Like birds that cannot fly In this poisoned, empty sky In this cage we call our own We are surrounded by a world of stone Like birds that cannot fly In this poisoned, empty sky
A glass garden, a world of illusion A place of confinement and self delusion
The walls are high, the ceiling lowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
