Warmth rises, worried dead silence, hunter wanders form room to room. Is it haze or smoke ?
We burnt the museums to feel unstoppable We keep on losing, tell me we're not alone. We bunrt the churches to feel unpregnable Empty of beliefs tell me we're not alone.
Tell me we're not alone...
Crakling wood, picture frames agony. Flowing paint, canvas falling down. Carvings making a choice : run away or...
...surrender
We are the museums, we are unstoppable We are the churches, we are unpregnable
from cold to warm from creation to destruction from life to death back to cold