Feet on the ground let my spirit run down your master uncrowned, duh Done is done, whatever was Nothing comes from somethingness Unless I run uphill grid first I don't feel alive I cradle my heart in my head And I struggle to separate Sticking to words, sticking to mist, sticking to Head in the clouds I fall for my thought Pushing my blood through its veins has gone on well enough Long before slavery's reign When you look just solely you see that's the blackest of all blasphemies Divine Divine, dive in Fall out Fall silent Each system comes alive with echoes of echoes revived I will be what there is – the highest of all heresies All there is My merciful breath will widen this earth, my earth I can't see far enough from down here Eyes to the ground Lost for a chance to be found Like a tree standing bare of its leaves – cold at first, then free Before all of my eyes may seize to adhere I have to take my time My time, this time An echo out of emptiness The emptiness unseized The echo calls and covers emptinessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
