| A shattered lamp imbrues the night
|
| Projecting sharp figures in his face
|
| Ten thousand days to paint your wings
|
| And rise with the phoenix for a day
|
| I know that you will betray yourself
|
| To some things
|
| We’ll never get closer to
|
| I know that we always surrender
|
| I know that we must be aware
|
| The scissors cut a shape of a man
|
| Betrays jaring sciences he rose
|
| Magnetic suns and star machines
|
| To yield the submission of the gods
|
| I know that you will betray yourself
|
| To some things
|
| We’ll never get closer to
|
| Why do you thing we have all the rights
|
| To unite all the sciences we should
|
| Not compare
|
| You’re loosing everything
|
| Nothings about to heal you
|
| You fly into the unforgiven sunlight
|
| To heal your pain
|
| Pour down Iodic rain
|
| I know that we always surrender
|
| I know that must be aware
|
| You turn the pinions down
|
| Fly to the stars around
|
| You’re loosing everyting
|
| Nothings about to heal you
|
| You’re loosing everyone
|
| That ever tried to heal you
|
| You fly into the unforgiven sunlight
|
| To heal your pain
|
| Pour down Iodic rain |