With the old days born anew A Massive gathering of onlookers Sending birds to shelter the shipwrecked With feathers of dust and wind Emerging from the fiery fields
We're all being stepped on like insects It’s better contained
And what a superb absence is our soul Blueprint of mankind’s weakness
We are weighed down every moment By the merciless sensation of time It’s better contained
And what a superb absence is our soul Resolve this mirroring, wondering
Into the depths of the unknown Only there you’ll find something new
What are you running from? Obsession? What are you running from?
There are moments of existence When time and space are more profound And the awareness of existence
This is the war of creation And time becomes a murderer Eyes can’t see what’s beyond And the wind’s silent
Then he’ll bless us Give him a Judas kiss and Eyes can’t see what’s beyond
Build these towers upside down Lost in this constellation