Stones cast from every side In the eternal and barren 'now' Anchored by The Long arm of a repugnant memory
The hand that holds the shovel, Jabbing the dirt in the pit For dreams to be thrown in Along with faith
Forgotten past that never was, Replaced with self-created tragedy Prosperity quietly frittered away Mythicized cowardice upon a pedestal
The only upward slope Are the stairs towards the gallows And the grip so coarse but firm to catch by the fall A mere rope that swings in wait
For most is granted a winding road that shall lead astray and into the abyss And for the few that struggle upright The door shall slam shut at first glance of salvation
Endless steppes of cold quicksand Ensuing at each oasis A Kingdom of Nothing that has no King The Glory gluttonous on hollowness
Under the yoke of lethargic individuality Midst an ineligible pipe dream landfill The worthless pages of history Tossed into the flames of oblivion
A reverie within a nightmare A grotto within a cave And a cave within a cavern The fallacy of preposterous mortal perceptionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
