walking down an alley deep in blue neon a dead end for today under skyways worn
concrete from far below rising up above surrounded by shadows garden without gods
all are strangers alike all riding the blind the purple of blind the purple of their eyes in reverie unwind
circling sub-city a rainbow appears to calm down the fury to calm all the fears
this random occurance is only a sign of the incoherence in the clockwork mind
a symphony of our time recalling the past people in a decline denying the vibrations we're made of
somber drama rolling down hill panorama all is so still anyway, anyhow anyhow, anyway
end of all reason is what I go through yes, it is what I go through
slip-sliding nation is what they must do yes, it is what they must do
over the greying landscape under a deadened sky sitting on a mountain I will stand aside
as I am a witness I turn a blind eye I am feeling helpless but it passes by
is this a modern legend? maybe a fairy tale just a future requiem cutting along the fiction that we're made ofTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
