Inventing Dreams - Time (acoustic) | Текст песни

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• Inventing Dreams
• Time (acoustic)

Rivers slowed their flow
Winds have stopped to blow
Tormented souls await for sinless creation

Seeing dreams come true
Who would have thought our faith would turn to be so cruel
Will you be the one to … to bring salvation on our wretched heads?

Time here is but a sea of dust
Meet the new breed parented by greed and rust

They were born and lived for centuries
Drifting in search of promised happiness
Blind they were not to understand that death is the price
Will you break the sunglass they are trapped inside?