Wind that strokes our conscious heads Feeds eternal thirst for truth Fuels unnamed to explode it
With tongues of flames Which burns numb illusion of order Tightening circles Closing traps
A breath of decline Which turns our illusion of wisdom Tightening circles Closing traps
Rain that cleans our dirty minds Keeps eternal thirst for lie Oppresses unnamed which escapes
And the air which cannot be found, burns Whole impression of confidence And blood accelerates in the veins
And the air which cannot be found, burns Whole impression of confidence And blood accelerates in the veins
And then blood accelerates And then blood accelerates And then blood accelerates In the veins
Wind that strokes our conscious heads Feeds eternal truthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
