We face ourselves through the eyes of others It's probably easier than questioning yourself
I'm going miles from anywhere Where the quest of sense is useless
The feelings are covered by eagerness But nothing from us will stay We prefer to deny, we prefer to scorn For our crowns of shit, for imprints in the sands
I'm going miles from anywhere Where the quest of sense is useless Where nothing defines the dark realm of the instinct
I face the dramatic birth of the blinding light I'm carrying the cross of conscience The primal fears are eloquent For those who dive in their abyss
I'm going miles from anywhere Where the quest of sense is useless Where nothing defines the dark realm of the instinct
The overwhelming reason Mark out with the appearance of truth Estrange me from ignis beyond the ramparts of doubt I'm sick of the heaviness of history's failures I'm crushing with shame when I look at us