Sketches From A Motionless Statue
Textures Can a man stop to realize
There is nothing to stand for
Reach out, our minds combined
Waking up and see the dance around
They are feeding off the winters
For everything is much the same
We are still being tied by
Shame, like fighting underwater
Motionless, for we all know
We shall burn, heavenless
Lacerated actions and efforts
Waiting to escape the drifted sands
Statement to the old remorse
Statement to the old remorse
Waiting to escape the drifted sands
The heritage from the fathers
To their daughters to renew us