Faith we abate, a perfect design of which we deprecate We can't decipher this suppressive surge of desire As I watch the hands of time cradle circumstance and consequence I reiterate that the hourglass is near its end and depleting swiftly Trace the edge along this line we drew within this narrow space
Memories I can't recreate Wreckage beyond what we could calculate An affection that fluctuates Familiar speech in a new tongue that I can not translate
Who's to say that our faith was kept in a safe place As we witness a weaker pulse and shallow breaths The innocent fight to take their life back, no surrender of light from their eyes Perpetrator, give back what's not yours to keep Stolen destinations of contingency, ripped apart and vanishing
Memories I can't recreate Wreckage beyond what we could calculate An affection that fluctuates Familiar speech in a new tongue that I can not translate
These wandering eyes provide confirmation of idle actions Holding keys to open doors we're too afraid to enter We scrutinize but execution falls short Disgust for lack of action Cover your face with your hands and look away
Memories I can't recreate Wreckage beyond what we could calculate An affection that fluctuates Familiar speech in a new tongue that I can not translate
Perpetrator, give back what's not yours to keepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
