Из альбома: The Wisdom Machine
the open path is cold chilling my spine
I reek of life
if god already died, what am I to do?
I understand
raped my mind, still I choose blind
narrow paths are merging
show me how to reach the pattern's end
patterns upon the wind, did you leave us?
floating oblivion, they mean nothing
the price of ignorance I have to pay now
the choice is hard
pattern's changing fast my life is fading
don't read the lines
useless lives are sold
a universal stroll