Born with the tide yet expired
When time forced us to rise and revive new horizons
Shifting the course of war
Meant to withstand its radiance
Wide awake, longing for bliss
Reshaping the days, all seasons conceiled
Forged to dwell all as one from the stars
To reach the crest we had to lose ourselves
No apex of life could pierce through such emptiness
To find a sense in a world burnt in vain
We choose to dive
Where our dreams make us feel wide alive
Deep in your heart fear is real
Outshine these walls of grief from your mind
Deep in your heart hear the stream
Entwine your rain with seeds of whole nights
See the flames of your will
Inhale the blaze within where skies thrive
Deep in your heart stillness sealed by your side
Since we are there we wander yet again
Like if illusions of the I could lead us to nothingness
In our own soundscape made of muted strains
We choose the tracks
Of oblivion where tomorrow still lies
Behold humanity drowning, writing its own end
Self destruction as ink on our last page
Most seem to have lost this link we all share
Waves adrift in this ocean of grey
Gone with suns, hope just left shades to stare
Stray ashes of light fill the air with regret
Of this place merely memories remain
Slowly close your eyes with void as our only dream
Greito maisto valgykloj "uzkalnieciai" susitinka bulkute, sasyskyte ir buterbrodukas. Ateina jiems skundziasi surainis, desrainis ir falafelainis, kad ju niekas nenori. Buterbrodukas sako: mes irgi ne madoj. Surainis: - tai kada sugrisim i mada?
Susitinka ziemkentys, jarube ir aruodas.
Pamato veipintoja, startupininka ir omfgoda.
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