Sketches From A Motionless Statue - Textures

Can a man stop to realize

There is nothing to stand for

Reach out, our minds combined

Bonded by thoughts

Here is the secret world

We are the same way

Keep it off your side

We are the same way

Waking up and see the dance around

Of a broken harmony

They are feeding off the winters

In our heads

Can’t make us wondering

For everything is much the same

We are still being tied by

Shame, like fighting underwater

Motionless, for we all know

We all shall burn, heavenless

Blame me for every

Lacerated actions and efforts

Manage the endeavour

I pledge the open source

Conduct the overlapping

Elements of time

Waking the yesterdays

Wading through the mind

Waiting to escape the drifted sands

Breathe, the open wounds

That is what it feeds

Statement to the old remorse

Consolate, eat the flesh

I can’t take

What will be the link

Breathe, the open source

That is what it greeds

Statement to the old remorse

Contrition, harsh regret

I can’t take

What will be the link

Waking the yesterdays

Wading through the mind

Waiting to escape the drifted sands

Break the chain

Elevation of the sewers

The waking of the waters

The heritage from the fathers

To their daughters to renew us

We are disciples

We live our own way

We are persuaders

Defend our own space

Here is the secret world

We are the same way

Keep it in your mind

We are the same way