Из альбома: Origin

Sometimes I curse that I was
born a cripple
to the sky I'm under

bound by my two feet
I walk the road paved
by our evolution
grinding my illusions
this earth is not for me

But in my mind's eye,
a vision of ourselves
in our cradle of dust and stone

I nurse a single dream,
a memory
one I can't remember
and I am not alone
I wake from my
suspended animation
deprived of my creation
just like a drone

But in my mind's eye,
a vision of ourselves
as the blind leads the fallen

Sometimes I curse that I was
born a cripple
to the sky I'm under
forged to inprison me
Somewhere in time I'll wreck
these chains around me
even those inside me
blasting my way free

But in my mind's eye,
a vision of ourselves
as we leave this time
and place behind

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