There used to be home A fair deal of some sort Absolute world, a secure world
The cub now feels strong He escapes to see the storms Absolute world, now a bleak world
Without Roots, without shelters No fears but the fear of freedom´s void Building on this air, a card castle Built only to witness its collapse.
Without roots, without gods. Just clear vision A constant walk along a ledge
At last line, a dead end Feet on dark mind The free soul dwells in vertigo
A material legacy we left behind our steps Lifeless, useless Behold the absence becoming flesh
He old air inside my empty home Dust and silence Will feed the ghost of memories gone
A doomed attempt to say forever In mortal men´s domain Dragging the dead weight of time The hangman in disguise Collecting, acquiring, storing A dream of transcendence that expired Collecting, acquiring, storing A stream of debris we call life.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
