Из альбома: Subsurface

What have i done what is this mourning
The arc of the brightness blinds me What are these thoughts and cumbersome footsteps
The arc of the dream that binds me What have i been this figure of light
Island of gardens that feeds you
What if i burn swallowing doctrines
Does painting this picture feed you
Brother my child my counsel
Cynical fathers i see
What colour these memories might be What about me what about me what about me What do i need only my conscience
Forgiveness is all you gave me Vast is the wave i am my demon
Where is the dark that folds me Why should i care piercing my cause
Bring on the fools that bind me so What if i drown water is yielding
Interrogate my own sanity
Brother my child my counsel
Cynical fathers i see
What colour these memories might be What about me what about me what about me What have i been this figure of light
Island of gardens that feeds you
What if i burn swallowing doctrines
Does painting this picture feed you
Brother my child my counsel
Cynical fathers i see
What colour these memories might be What about me what about me what about me

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