Flowers are fed by the guilty sun
guilty for keeping the life command
winds groa to storms, storme bear further sons
thia
is my breed... thia is my cycle of need.
If you pay for me - I cannot be.
Lost in you and nothing but peace in my
hands
nothing but a smalltalk with my death
nothing but the pioneer who climbs the highest mountain to fall.
And the course
of the stream
makes us to madman we've been
awakes the psychopats who rests
to watch the suffering process.
You have not
pleaded for me - now I'll be.
Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands
nothing but a smalltalk with my death
nothing but
a pioneer who climbs the highest mountain just to fall...