remember the procession that called you to this state the path of impositions repaved by tricks of fate cut by destitution your father's final son you've lost yourself in motions the desperate need to run
how long can you weather the white within the rain the seasons left unsheltered the loss of your own name the blood that runs the border now starts to overflow with sacrificial dreams you can't control
your brothers paved this desert with bones and broken lives expelled by the institutions that gild the butcher's knives their words may fall to pieces but look at where they've led strewn this land of plenty with our dead
they've taken all your secrets confessed in courts of shame and soiled all the tenets you never thought would stain so tell me do you see it this history of fear they've fooled us into thinking that it couldn't happen hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
