I don’t know when it started
This feeling I’ve a long way to go
Half a lifetime’s work
And not that much to show
Searching for perfection
But second-guessing everything
To carve a thousand birds
And never hear them sing
I can imagine the inside out
From darkness the light would come
Cut into the shadows
(To let the light escape)
Who’d have thought creation
Would take so much away?
Never enough
Dreams slowly burned and turned into ash
Go through the motions
Keep showing up
Carve to feel nothing
Work for the silence
Cut for relief
The choice is now
Will I always wonder
If it’s the time
To make the connection?
Heart to the hand
Hand to the blade
Dreams manifest
Glory displayed
Searching for a place
Find a different way
Let go of what has gone
And cannot be returned
I never thought
A dream could survive this long in the dark
Like a flame without fuel
It flutters and sparks
And clings on to life
Almost gone
Almost invisible
If I walk away
I’ll always wonder
And maybe I’m wrong
To build up the banks
Let in the air
(Take a deep breath)
And watch it breathe into life
Metalas valdo? Ką tiksliai? Ir jei čia apie atsiėmimo kalbą ir gestus, tai tikrai neblogas būdas toliau marginalizuoti visą metalo sceną labai klišiniu elgesiu. Lieti frustraciją dėl to, kad niekas metalo nemyli, siūlyčiau kitais kanalais.
bet taip ir laikas jaučias Galvojau, kad nebuvau pasijungus čia kokius metus, bet tikriausiai gal net prieš 5-7 metus.. tiek, kad pakako užmiršt galutinai slaptažodį