Half awoken thoughts linger within our minds Time is slowing down, flying by under glimmering stars Our eyes are blank, we lost our focus between the stars - and excuse not to look at our scars... Vague hands trying to catch falling hopes before they turn into dreams of ropes and held breaths creating blurred, fading, anxious kaleidoscopes
Sitting on the roof at night, starring into the vast darkness knowing that "between the stars" is merely a place to look to avoid our scars Freedom is a lie, there's no point in trying for we are all dying, we can never be free (we are stuck on earth) We are never to be freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
