I follow this road,
Landscapes on hold in the hands of the four,
lighted by a dying core,
ruins and forrests as far as the eye can reach
when the fire dies this dream begins to bleach
thoughts becomes ice
Nevermind, im lost in the city lights
as a creature to tempt fate,
as a stranger in the alley shade
Marching forwards into selfdestruction
and praying for salvation, isnt my meaning of civilisation
With a bottle of gin we consume the nights
a concept of sin to stand in one´s own light
primates, shows you your place as a wheel
nameless beggars, a spirit to peel.
liquid fooling rushess the throats
who are the sheeps, where are the goats?
I follow this road,
cities on hold in the hands of four
lighted by a bloody core
monuments of failure, figures of disgrace
to come to the fore, at this godforsaken place
when the fire dies, thoughts becomes Ice