Breath - The Spell - Distant Past

Freedom of thought ain´t freedom of mind

First action taken is sucking you dry

It don’t matter what you have achieved

They’ll find a reason to justify

What you do is not important

As long as it keeps killing your time

Create Emotion, you give, you take

If it’s your loss, tell me who is gaining

The faster the globe spins

The more will let themselves fall

Rumors reaching to your ears

And you still follow and crawl

Those who came before you

Saw darkness take its toll

The dawning of a new age

From the architects of old

And time keeps on changing

Still it’s the same old rule

For those who watch the watchmen

The nations are just pawns

Sleeping but dreaming

Can you resist the pressure

Will you guide the opposition

Your downfall will be their pleasure

There will be a new breath

Another spell on you