Following roads that we've torn apart through these years of confusion nothings left, and everyone you know is gone in this wasteland full of bones bring us the holy one the seeker of the truth instead of procreating lies in confession booths deliver us all from this meaningless life and rip it out from the inside so we can finally be free They used to call me prophet when I am gone, will you remember me from all we've seen were still so blind leading us astray well only fall behind the common eye can see your feeble attempts to close the gaps on our reality we only hold on to the comfort in the dead of the night, as the noose slowly tightens, on all our throats they gave us no warning Show me what is saved when everyone dies alone Give your feelings away to lead a life that’s fake welcome to the future, welcome to the war when all the statues are no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
