Every morrow, every year Choir of sounds The final sorrow, so shed a tear
Someone dies within creation Doubts in everlasting life How to lie to one innocent child You are loved, I'm execrated You belong, I circle strife Routine pathways in escape from the wild
We are left in a city all alone In the breathing of ashes On the earth, one second Just a piece of meat in essence
Every morrow, every year Choir of sounds The final sorrow, so shed a tear
We are left in a city all alone In the breathing of ashes On the earth, one second Just a piece of meat in essence
We are left in a world that's burning Crawling through embers to safety And my name is next to last Feast on famine and death on the broadcast
Finding friends in algorithms Forgot the sound of my daughter's voice Please remind me of my emptiness The hissing of machines lost rhythm As death would give an interview In a metropolitan holiness
I am outside waiting Outside waiting I am outside waiting Outside waiting
Am I the last one of my kind Who's afraid of dying? But I would perish to save a child And give all I can for love It seems I might have reconciled Even if my destiny's lying For the ones I hold dear I hold close And force my way through the ether
Compositor: Mikael Lars Akerfeldt (Mikael Lars Aakerfeldt) (STIM)Editores: Communion Music Ab, Kobalt Music Pub Ltd (ABRAMUS)ECAD verificado obra #22873186 em 13/Mai/2024