Из альбома: As Tradition Dies Slowly
Move towards the light.
Freedown achieved with time.
Uncivilized hands tainted far too deep by a remembrance of the past.
A product of your world.
A product of this world.
Will this stain remain the same?
Will it always be the same?
A life free from pain cannot exist with all that surrounds us.
An example cannot be set of what's right with all that surrounds us.
A product of your world.
We can't always rebuild all that has been destroyed.
I was what you made me.
Peaceful existence denied.
Wash these uncivil hands.
May statement of life in a dying world.
I've moved toward the light.
I've seen it over time.
Uncivilized hands become tainted from my past I find