Chasing the moral's luxury You establish yourself in the narrow frames That you're higher whitout saying divine After all, you're still afraid of something You fell the flow thoghtlessly Although it is the wind's noise only It's not even the deep breath However, you're still building up Never access the losing thought to your mind Having killed them before they're born You push them away and compress unawares Until your conscience will brust out You're keen to be tried sometimes But never ascend antything pure You have never discovered the gold That you only wanted to touch You think that your belief is enough However, yours can set the little fire Artificial is the world In which you tend to wade.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
