In times of silent prosperity Doubt may grow the most
As the intrepid soul challenges the constancy Tip the balance and it may shatter the equilibrium Towering above these industrial landscapes
A lifetime of impressions all to be lost in indifference I beheld the flare stacks with their flaming heads
For the world will not find it's end in an instantaneous flash But with whimpering decay it will have to suffice and so do I
The gallows frame edged against the grim sky In a continuous display of monotony Numb me, alienate me, leave me in spatial disarray
This alienation causes disorientation So as you hear my voice for the last time You shall always remember that I once lived here
Where the sun shines through the smoky alleys Upon only those who pierce the state of trust When it's foundation's very fabric is eroded rapidly
Leave me at the wayside, down here in the gutter So leave me out here in the cold, face down in the dirtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
