Tethered to the thought of discovering a cure For genocidic consciousness A drive to become more Can you feel the memories drifting into dreams? Across the golden moments are, Seamless realities
Dire times call for drastic minds, My grasping hands try to grab at angels stripped of flight The woods set ablaze by fireflies I left my fate in their embrace As they grew into flights of stairs, their sparkling dance Stole the air from my lungs A game of change
Lost in Limbo with no shapes to take Rebirthed by this deconstruction Where we lie and wait Falling from the night sky Like decomposing stars This temporary sight of things Haunting shores Searching for the light
We are the Ghosts of night Constantly struggling to rebuild ourselves We are the Ghosts of night We are the wisps of souls that go dance in the air
Reformation birthed in dying Wherein the soul that dwells Is the strength to be one again
With his feathered touch And by his grace He grants you eternal life And by his hand Reborn are we Awakened from our sleep And when we rise Decrepit and stripped of our wings We will take to the skies
Lost in Limbo with no shapes to take Rebirthed by this deconstruction Where we lie and wait Falling from the night sky Like decomposing stars This temporary sight of things Haunting shores Searching for the lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
