["None can determine how gifts are given. This song brings someone sighting his own destiny. When everything conspires against our goals, each day it feels more difficult to believe in them, until we are finally sure that those promised better days are nothing but wishful thinkings."]
[I - Lament]
Better days never come, they were not meant to be If laments could be heard Then mine would sound like this Better days never come, they were not meant to be They're manmade godlike gifts in a vein that can't bleed I know these days won't come... I accept my fate
[II - Vessels of Hope]
There's an ache to return That keeps fighting in the mess Now I'm all ashes to burn in my own Hopefully getting out of bless Better days never come They are manmade godlike gifts
Forget all emotions, so ephemeral certainties Forget all emotions, magisteries carved in tears All degrees of suffering are smaller than desire
Poor soul of these, living for what will never be In this harvest we can only sow defeat We're vessels of hope when the fiddle sights urging for more Our joys are tasteless They're gone colour-blind to renewed promises
So quit your decrepit mirth Leer upon my flair to make haste A feeling that chokes since birth Virtual hazard encages the waste Better days never come They are manmade godlike gifts
You need me around (those needs I repel) To prove fate wrong (repenting the miracle) But what's in store? (We could never control)
In vain you hide the truth (get me wrong) The unpredictable (grows me strong) Flickering losses (speed up my heart) Better days never comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
