Besedila: Disarmonia Mundi. Liquid Wings.

tangled here again drawing circles in the sand facing still a final solution all the time I spent in vain focusing the right shape scattered lost fancying the abyss just another confirmation of the mess within your brain I'm the man inside the mirror feed my anger and be free separate the scars analyze the static parts of my constant fall from reality I am trapped inside a cage with bars of anger and a lock of rage and I still can't find a way out it seems you're getting closer to the point of no return don't you long to drown your tears in me and resurrect within my blood and as time slips through my hands I can't withstand the tears you shed and all the pain you still hide inside forever craving for the past with bloodred hatred in my brain wasted and torn grant me a way out how many times you crossed that line don't come any closer how many times you lost your mind facing your failure give me a chance to show you all the things you hide inside accept your nature and be free you're such a waste of time I need time to understand but it rushes through my brain forcing me between the edges I can't let it gain control but it's hard to shape your soul when you're constantly grieving