The story beckons you ceaselessly, into a world obscured Where truths you learn are never born You’ve fallen behind yourself, conjuring any cure For suffering and bitter scorn
Yet you’ve never seen answers arising Helplessly they appear and they guide you down
Your story mercilessly takes hold of your reality And places it just out of reach You can almost taste the second that you are living in But the scentless core is too plain to seek
There is terror in the horizon Sailing into its depths, you should try to hide
Timidly you strive into the distance where the unknown beckons you Cowardly you hide inside the future where despair is not yet true
The blood inside your eyes is ink inside your pen You’ll never see anything or anyone again The crack inside your mind is filled with all your dreams Imagination gleams and silences nature’s scream
If every syllable won’t rhyme, the panic rises over time Truth has beckoned and you’ve become its slave You feel the portal to the next world forming somewhere in your head Slowly you unlearn any notion of death
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You’ve been told that death was when the whole world came to naught But what becomes of death when all the world withers into thought?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.