There are little turns that lead to this fate.
The lying of time and the criminal state.
All around the nuances, I see the heart.
The life that matters.
The love that shattered.
There is a tiny hole that we can't slip through
... can't go through.
This is a state we shall flee.
Stream and scream through a consciousness,
of a light that can't be seen.
We become the viral drug that saturates,
to perpetuate an absolute.
Infiltrates
and annihilates
our purity.
Such a conspiracy to forget
those who can't recall,
and those who will always remember.
It is the lyrics of these broken times.
All by the turn on a road,
of a dead end.
The lying of time and the criminal state.
All around the nuances, I see the heart.
The life that matters.
The love that shattered.
There is a tiny hole that we can't slip through
... can't go through.
This is a state we shall flee.
Stream and scream through a consciousness,
of a light that can't be seen.
We become the viral drug that saturates,
to perpetuate an absolute.
Infiltrates
and annihilates
our purity.
Such a conspiracy to forget
those who can't recall,
and those who will always remember.
It is the lyrics of these broken times.
All by the turn on a road,
of a dead end.
