It's breaking down The colors surround As all other senses fade Drifting away, to this course of old memory Logic defies what I see, I feel, and perceive to be What am I But a thought searching for a place he believed Relieved simply by the notion of an ending Yet it seems to me the stories just begun For once driven by a lack of expectation White noise writhes inside, from here Until we die
One by one, we'd become the stream Between circuitry and ones own soul A constant, panicked flight Towards the unknown
I have never been farther away From comfort and warmth
To tell the truth, I'd envy you Had I not seen what awaits An endless sky Blistered landscapes Creeping disease overwhelms me Overcoming the basic primal requisite of Who we are, and what we define
Awake to see It's not the world, I had longed to see Destined to be another soul Simply drifting in entropy Until I'm gone, less than dust The Unseen ObserverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
