Part of the sum we aren't, constantly conscious of our arms With each and every breath of fresh air we share this warfare, but it's all over there So help them if you can, but you should leave them if you can't There'll be more damage done now if you turn and run, surrender your guns look (who's won?) nothing good's been done Since when we learned to fly, mimicking birds we share the sky (didn't have wings in the first place... now we keep taking too much space... we'll have to galactically rotate) Someday we'll fly away somewhere else into space establishing us in a new place to devastate Hell with it anyways, because there's always new doomsdays... And a solid falls apart, but it's just like your heart it's as temporary as stones are, sinking your arc Buried beneath the sea, ancient remnants of you and me Dissolve to modern day where it's pretty safe to say we have turned into something monstrous and overweight There vary us a face, distinguishing your place You'll never be ignored, all your information stored indefinitely be of one accord you can never afford Hell with it anyways, because there's always new doomsdays... And a solid falls apart, but it's just like your heart it's as temporary as stones are, burning your art Gets pulled into the sun, I'm just a normal organism It's all the same concept, whatever made up this mess expressed it with the intelligence of conflict, sick-intellect Disfigured from the sounds, I guess the devil makes his rounds Your soul gets swept away, blinded by the light of day its ignorance sense is convinced, makes no real sense Like when we learned to fly, mimicking birds we share the sky Someday we'll fly away somewhere else into space establishing us in a new place to devastate Hell with it anyways, because there's always new doomsdays... And a solid falls apart, but it's just like your heart it's as temporary as stones are, sinking your arc You'll die beneath the sun, guaranteed you'll be done, it's as permanent as one-day's sun, we're all one sumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
