Empirine - Demon of Dispersion | Текст песни

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In the heat of the desert
Captured in the triangle
Metamorphosing to take form

An inconsistent force
Whirling dust and sand
Breaking the shackles

I am free

The disturbance dissipates
A malignant entity forced upon our world

Craving to be real again
Inhabiting the mind of the mortal

A changing shape reaching for reality
From a place, empty of being
Struggling to be, "I am I".

A gaping wound in the wasteland
Created by mans curiosity
A crevice of despair
The abyss spreading its winds of plague

The demon of dispersion
Swirling senselessly
Escaping from it's host
A mirage made of sand
Is all that's left to see

I am free

The disturbance dissipates
A malignant entity forced upon our world

Craving to be real again
Inhabiting the mind of the mortal

A changing shape reaching for reality
From a place, empty of being

A changing shape reaching for reality
(reaching for reality)
From a place, empty of being
Struggling to be, "I am I".

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