High above the mountains,
high above time.
There I was born,
there I am fine.
Faces of death and sorrow will align,
but here I was born , here I am fine.
Formlessness is mine, formlessness is me.
The Sky himself will fall on his knees.
Here you'll repeat all your evil deed,
mistakes...Is that where this leads?
Formlessness is mine, formlessness is me.
The sky himself will fall on his knees.
I'll wait, I'll wait for things to change.
I'll wait, I'll wait for you to change.
Where you dreaming all this time?
Where have you been?
The only survior.
The only one with guilt.
The only.
This surgery you put me through,
Is beyond everything I wanted to take, to take,
but I kept breathing under water for your sake.
You know what they say?
Do you even care?
Do we all deserve to die,
In this lonely haze of time?
Do we all feel free,
When we write down the first line?
Depressed, detest, obsession adressed
lessons in the nest, are the past.
Will success be my revenge,
or faliure your essence?
To fight for what is good,
or at least, what is thought to be good...
What is thought to be good.
Nevermind we keep trying
to reach what we are crying for.
This is our secret lore,
a sinking ship,
without a harbour.
Or maybe this means war.
This means war!
Not between you and me:
Between us all...
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