We are torn here
On this roadway
In this corroded year
We are born there
This falls away
Gone-bone-bare
And when you said
Life and its moments
The words spilled out
They were already dead
And so many memories
Make for so many graves
Arranging the visions
In silent communities
In sterile rooms
Or upon a frozen field
Footsteps leave no trace
Yet still the echoes bloom
Yet still
The echoes bloom
And so many memories
Make for so many graves
Arranging the visions
In silent communities
And when you said
Life and its moments
The words spilled out
They were already dead
They were already dead
And when gods die
Does all dissolve?
And when gods die
What does evolve