Sketches From A Motionless Sta-Textures

Sketches From A Motionless Sta - Textures Can a man stop to realize There is nothing to stand for Reach out, our minds combined Bonded by thoughts Here is a secret world We are the same way Waking up and see the dance around Of a broken harmony They are feeding off the winters In our heads Can't make us wondering For everything is much the same We are still being tied by Shame, like fighting underwater Motionless, for we all know We shall burn, heavenless Blame me for every Lacerated actions and efforts Manage the endeavor I pledge the open source Conduct the overlapping Elements of time Waking the yesterdays Wading through the mind Waiting to escape the drifted sands Breathe the open wounds That is what it feeds Statement to the old remorse Consolate, eat the flesh I can't take What will be the link Breathe, the open source That is what it greeds Statement to the old remorse Contrition, harsh regret I can't take What will be the link Waking the yesterdays Wading through the mind Waiting to escape the drifted sands Break the chain Elevation of the sewers The waking of the waters The heritage from the fathers To their daughters to renew us We are disciples We live our own way We are persuaders Defend our own space Here is the secret world We are the same way Keep it in your mind We are the same way