Embassy of Silence - Deadline Playtime | Текст песни

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The great minds of inspiration
Granted to a blessed few
Far too often are like windows
Wasted on a desolate view

To lead a life of sheer indifference
Safe in mediocrity
Is settling for being the smallest part
In vast machinery

Hallowed or heathen
Bishop or pawn
Time waits for neither
Soon they are gone
Little achieved with minimal gain
By following suit, absurdly insane

Desperate in this excavation
Some search for power, some for fame
Some quest for fortune or amusement
Without a purpose to their name

One makes one's mark before the deadline
That's all the point to being here
We seek the answers to our questions
But have we even gotten near?

Hallowed or heathen
Bishop or pawn
Time waits for neither
Soon they are gone
Little achieved with minimal gain
By following suit, absurdly insane

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