Sketches From A Motionless Sta - textures

Sketches From A Motionless Sta - Textures
Can a man stop to realize
There is nothing to stand for
Reach out, our minds combined
Bonded by thoughts
Here is a secret world
We are the same way
Waking up and see the dance around
Of a broken harmony
They are feeding off the winters
In our heads
Can't make us wondering
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
Blame me for every
Lacerated actions and efforts
Manage the endeavor
I pledge the open source
Conduct the overlapping
Elements of time
Waking the yesterdays
Wading through the mind
Waiting to escape the drifted sands
Breathe the open wounds
That is what it feeds
Statement to the old remorse
Consolate, eat the flesh
I can't take
What will be the link
Breathe, the open source
That is what it greeds
Statement to the old remorse
Contrition, harsh regret
I can't take
What will be the link
Waking the yesterdays
Wading through the mind
Waiting to escape the drifted sands
Break the chain
Elevation of the sewers
The waking of the waters
The heritage from the fathers
To their daughters to renew us
We are disciples
We live our own way
We are persuaders
Defend our own space
Here is the secret world
We are the same way
Keep it in your mind
We are the same way