I walk through the fire, through the night, like
A diamond waiting for stoning
The mercy of those who wanna roar
There are trees. More than memories, we are
Wolves in branches
We're just a pack of shame, pity and misery
I'm on the prowl of myself
Caves in city lights burn me, as well
Lower than the lowest ground
Lies my paragraphs and the storyteller's
Madness
I fight to overcome all the stories I am writing
Prior to the reader comes the author's death
Force day slaves. Less than chemistry, we are
Phobics in centers
Begging for a plate of beauty, wireless
Tragedy
I'm on the prowl of myself
Caves in city lights burn me, as well
Lower than the lowest ground
Lies my paragraphs and the storyteller's
Madness oh
Mankind's the bridge; not a way to go
I'm on the prowl of myself
Caves in city lights burn me, as well
Lower than the lowest ground
Lies dreams beyond, beyond ourselves
Beyond a lie lies a frame of a life
Time is only good when kept in motion
Beyond a life lies a knot of a lie
Time is only good when kept in motion
Time is only good when kept in motion
Time is only good when kept in motion
Further than a roar
To believe; to destroy
And stronger than a liner
To uncover our madness
