The Earth went stale like stones,
And cracked with sores.
The drought became rusty like bones
Decaying after a war.
The course of the river has dried,
Water has flown from the well.
Forever remained in red blood
An icy needle of hell.
And there, in the circle of silence,
In a shelter for all broken souls,
The drought will remain inside us,
We’ll find out that life is all false.
It’s shaking like a narrow boat,
And aims directly at the heart.
But it seems that the edge of the road
It really won’t ever find.
And there, in the circle of silence,
In a shelter for all broken souls,
The drought will remain inside us,
We’ll find out that life is all false.
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