I am held high by the wings of ascension Where my desires remain unplagued by the abysmal embodiment Of your penitent crusade
Within a debased existence The ravenous still exists For a ceaseless feast in lucid life Reflected in the mental Reverence
I must seperate What I think from what I know
To the warmth of mind A dynamic in desperate need Rooted rings of balance Come to me To the warmth of mind Renewed in vibrancy Illuminate this negative space My thought and memory
[Lead Taylor]
I abnegate to tread undone To the gallows of half lived lives Mentalities in non-expanse No longer sacrificed
In the luminance of recollection I must seperate what I see From what I know
To the warmth of mind A dynamic in desperate need Rooted rings of balance Come to me To the warmth of mind Renewed in vibrancy Illuminate this negative space My thought and memory
Your boundless breadths of fortune Vain in desolate hues Scabbed to these obscuring walls I pity you in your solitude
[Lead Taylor]
To the warmth of mind A dynamic in desperate need Rooted rings of balance Come to me To the warmth of mind Renewed in vibrancy Illuminate this negative space My thought and memory
Rooted rings Come to me These obsidian wings Come to me Thought & MemoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
