When your lives turn out to nothing, wallowing in the faith of your own
We'll break this succession, this line of stagnance
There will be the day, time will be irrelevant
The blood in these veins, the light in the corner of your eye.
It won't be long
It won't belong
The summer has passed and we are dead on our feet
Is this the worst things can really be?
In a quiet place, it still rings louder than you could ever scream
This climate is one I refuse to take part in
Is this the worst that you could ever be?