For every concrete slab a story, a life, a memory. Returned to the dirt, returned to ash, returned to earth. Precious is not life, but only living and this cycle of life applies to one and all. Intelligence is no exemption to the truest of nature’s laws. So attain to rise above preprogrammed misery and embrace in one’s being not in ones divinity. I will not grovel on my knees and help to spread this disease - I won’t lie passively by while these people claim the skies. Madmen speak in guise of the prophets professing truths beyond compare with open hands and closed hearts they’ve formed the basis of our society and for centuries we’ve followed them so blind. Precious is not life, but only living yet for most of us, we are merely existing. I will not grovel on my knees and help to spread this disease - I can’t find solace in your claims that truths lie in words of hate. So refrain from falling in, into a comforting bliss which only exists as a blanket of false security where you relinquish your power blindly to the authority, of men. No more should we embrace this need to create when all we need is love in our hearts. I will not grovel on my knees and help to spread this disease - I won’t lie passively by while these people claim our skies - Your choice the cycle of life, or the cycle of lies.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
