The Art Of Time

One last round of claps before we sink I must be drunk Or disillusioned To think that half the men would care of the system that breed their enslaved brains Let me buy some hi-valued hope Let me buy some recklessness Deal, one dream, one pill, one social scene, To put myself at ease Barely Nothing And I'll be king The king of nothing Stroll around my land I pet the sheep And paint the grass green Sometimes I feel like it's all vain all I've left is you The dynasties are successful to succeed each others in the abyss How the people who want the power the most are the one who should never get it. Trash All around Clean the fog Find my son Look under my cross There's a sign It's alive When the biggest fret get afraid of the seas and the chimney melts under thousand degrees what will ? Just remain of us Extinction of us Genocide of us Perpetrate by us Meet the void Safe Quiet Place Oak and Ash Dash the sun Waif under the cross Watching the yard Lives a bird Black and blue He's your son Sing his song Heal his bones Cause their yours And their mine Dry his tears Fix the world Or burn that bridge and sail And sink I'd like to sail away Far from my human duties In the seas of stupidity Alone, fed by the pixels of long time gone beauty I lived a meaningless existence Like everyone I loved that dance And tried to fucked the best out of my brain Some people play guitar Some look at the stars Trying to solve all this Relentless end And some don't know Consciousness zero We'll fall in line For Being the ones To think Wrong most of the time We just lost control Blame our beautiful, soul So divine Thank you for the ride It was about time.