This body was made of clay This soul was born from ideas This body was made of clay And will become it once more No greater rule to follow Just a will to find a different path Delusions prevail Creating somber characters I didn't ask to be saved Nor blend into their mass When the mind speaks All beliefs break I don't need to be blessed To find silence This soul was born from ideas Bred from common reasons No higher place to reach for Than a distant light at the end of the road I'm of the womb The Womb of the earth Won't that suffice? I'm of the womb The Womb of the earth Won't that suffice? This womb I'll return to its cold This earth That floats on its ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
