In conduits we drift apart There is vastness within an all around us
Though we may deny ourselves the thought That this was something real I can finally say that I'm not dead yet There are no chains As tight as the search for something real How they burn the skin of the vehement
Both last known bodies of matter, drifting into themselves We're caught in the teeth of our temper We are what we consume
You create what you are [x2]
Appeal, on which the ground you stand Appeal, in the throes of death Appeal, in a delirium of sleep Appeal, for our strength is gone
Spoken by a man unbound Taught beneath the hands in shackles
It has invited a scourge What makes you think you give of anything at all? The killer hides his face The stoic waits his turn We all had our chance
Both last known bodies of matter, drifting into themselves We're caught in the teeth of our temper We are what we consume
You create what you are [x2]
Apparitions show themselves deep within ruminative voice It is man himself who speaks at length of wars that go unnoticed
And it is truly all you have [x2]
No blueprints And it is truly all you have No warning And it is truly all you haveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
