Our consciousness: a transient state Our consciousness cannot accept as such, For death is not but change is too much To handle knowing your fate.
Riding across the cosmos In an endless spiral, men will try To make sense of it all and cry At the sound of sacred Chronos:
Tempus edax rerum, tempus fugit !
Our consciousness: a transient state Our consciousness cannot accept as such, For death is not but change is too much To handle knowing your fate.
All we do is build our tombs and civilizations On top of the piled-up bodies of past generations All we know is not the truth – life, death, Only words – nothing – no thought – a breath.
Tempus edax rerum, tempus fugit !Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.