Consumed by a swamp of delusions We dwell in the absence of mind, Creatures that have no delight Playing gods within cocoons of ignorance…
Growing branches of a wisdom's tree Have impaled the ancient sky That has seen dawns of mighty ones, That has seen falls of the damned…
Slumber covers flaws and mistakes As a gift for visually impaired… The whirl of life slows down when it is draped With swollen eyelids and colored dreams…
A threadbare tape of similar days Runs away into unknown spaces Where the blinding light cuts it forever Like silver scissors of fate…
Being dead… Feeling no shame… Devouring ourselves for vicious fulfillment… The sand of time is running out… Through the turbid glass…Transparent we are…
In the name of disharmonic pride We dwell in the absence of will… Cursed salvation – suicide for those Who tired from waiting for a wonder…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
