The future lives
Back the will of the past
Preying the soil in the palm of my hand
Before it gets so stoned in the
In the haze of repair
Oh, paralize me Oh, paralize me Haunting on to a sense of longing
Just for the oldest things to feel new again
Easy living on the taste of colors
The root gets so dry in the
In the haze of repair
Oh, paralize me Oh, paralize me Oh, paralize me To billion years gone through the ring of corruption
so strong from destruction
And blinded by the movement of time
Confined to the roots of repair
Oh, paralize me Oh, paralize me Oh, paralize me Oh, paralize me Oh, paralize me