8 acessos
Feel the hand of time, look at the truth
Don't give in until you see the miracle
Variation of your own sense can't be stopped
The one you once have been doesn't exist any more
Don't turn your eyes away, don't care for the sight
Don't hide the real face of things from yourself
If you see something on ruined things
Don't let yourself collapse like the ruins
Your empty fear is
Resignation hoping for compassion
Chaos is unbearable for you now
Your scream won't cleave a slit
On the silence covering you
Your dread is nevermore
Surrounded by walls
TFeel the hand of time, look at the truth
Deserted exile casts off from itself
Your awakening is fast and blastlike
The one you once have been doesn't exist any more