4 acessos
Stars aligning, residing, colliding
Substance is fleeting
Ambition stops beating
These soul ties are cut
Life's been far too depleting
Greens and blues
Of luscious landscapes
The truth is where you feel safe to escape
The high and lows
Are blissful blows
A disguised blessing too mindless to show
I'd rather be flowing than stagnant
A fixation, not just a fragment
Tell me how you deal with your demons
So we could
Prepare for the ominous treason
The earth is our beating heart
Yet we proceed to tear it apart
Never a challenge to take it for granted
Soon you will reap the seeds you have planted
Coming, going
Reaping, sowing
Faster and bleaker
Here comes the reaper