Raging blind through waves of dissent Lifting shadows memories of dreams Awakening beyond our deceit War is mine I'll take it to the grave
Wretched stench Truth lingers in these dead skies While bathing blissfully In the blood of thousands spiritual lies
Stigmatized for what we seek Always trying to fill the callous void August plants her seeds of hope November spreads her wings
Wretched stench Truth lingers in these dead skies While bathing blissfully In spiritual lies
Seems funny to me In rapture and revelation A child on its knees Forever born of disease
Lifting my soul away Reaching a higher place Feeling the darkness fade Feeding my dream
I fall through time so vacantly I dream of emptiness and pray for nothing I wither down here as seasons pass me by Like twisted oceans, like falling rivers
Infinite descentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
