I can be explained by the cycle of a star Losing energy as I evolve Collect from my surroundings try to make sense Children filtered down into remnants of me Degeneracy with no resolve Until rivers pour out of their mouths There always will be a purpose ill-defined As logic is based on what is known And capable in a mind Lights of the past, you are the nebulous Mirroring your design Within a blink in a sliver in time The nature of reality - truistic nature A merge of spirit and substance Elliptical galaxy The Vitruvian man - intended to carry out my potential Yet slipping through recycled faith Bound for delusional despair Ill-defined All knowledge is based on what we’ve learned Can you design a constellation for me in time? Ill-defined All knowledge is based off of what we have learned Can you design a constellation for me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
