There’s something in the fringes of your mind That keeps you up all night The Spirit of the Ages softly whispering in your head
You’re out of your mind - it says the higher mouth As in this sorry nation two and two results in shame
I’ve tried to confide in someone Find shelter from decay My hand leaned on someone’s To feel the acid in the taste
But I’m not afraid And I’m not humane
Our souls float, unaware of the scale of the awakening The fear is whole, consuming us through the crisis
“The crisis - is a crisis in consciousness, a crisis that cannot any more accept the old norms. Man is still, as he was, brutal, violent, aggressive, competitive, and he has built a society along these lines”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
