Из альбома: Out of a Center Which Is Neither Dead nor Alive

Falling for feeling
Time stops our hearts again
Visceral emanations break bread with remember-whens and has-beens
The nows and the laters wage war on the forevers
Gladly bound to an infinite end
Now corridors echo with these tongue twisting oaths
Proclaiming squalor rather than valor
We will not be placated again

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