A barefoot walk, everyday on a winding road. Biting dust in my face.. A captured look...down the shore. You`ll better breathe before.. . And you can cry it out, there`s no bloom for me..
Still we ride, fight and die. Wayward path far beyond the pale. We are lost, marching on. Heavy hearts longing for those lands we once called home. . Emerald hills, sparkling seas.
Beating bright and in the eye, the isles of the body they turn.. They are shaped by the flood, the onset of a blindness.. Leeched, and wearied, unfolding somewhere else..
n my time. I will know. What's the way. I should go. . There's a light. Shining through. In the space. In the blue. . All my life. I'll remember. That the strength is.
Times of the new domination. What is truth or lie?. The power seeds the alienation. Or is it just our mind?. . Hidden message of degrading. Keep the nations blind.
Towers.... Deity forged architecture. Swirling in and out of form. Enveloped in the arms of dark matter. Towers...mercurial and flowing.... . My work is done.