Letras
Vow my silence, withered leaves
Upper echelon, nothing is we
Blackout highland, you drown thee
Abysmal absorbing, you may flee
Running is futile as infringement upon clearing fate
Keep up your hope, take it in stride, slowly degenerate
Lose track on dreams, miracles which soothes permanently
Culminate in searing offer to one's ceased eternity
Venerate the circus
Absorbing the glint
Venerate the circle
Sacrificed for the stint
In cinder I will bloom
In ashes I walk into
Retention to thy is none
Run, little rodent, run
What's inside of the zone
Never a finger laid upon
Struggle buried in unknown
I will have to atone
I hang my head on a tree
I get high though I should bleed
I'm feeding of your belief
I am my only enemy
Fade out in echelons
Silence bound to tie thy binds
Sunken in hollow promises that never shall unwind
Venerate the circus
Absorbing the glint
Venerate the circle
Sacrificed for the stint
In cinder I will bloom
In ashes I walk into
Retention to thy is none
Run, little rodent, run
All I fear has become real
The static to battle longst crystal clear
The sword I can swing – a symphony's ring
The blade it resembles – to dull to section
And so I bathe in the grim
The sadness will always win