Текст песни
But still we play, so many lines, each player sees the charade
Words may pass, time has no mercy upon truth Silence, this bizarre metaphoric game
ironed into my skin
Onward towards bitter end, time has no mercy upon truth
and where does this plane take us
My head it aches, time has no mercy upon truth
Faces of anger, and to pass away Esoteric, entangled amongst frantic visions
Words may pass, this bizarre metaphoric game
This bizarre metaphoric game, reason is lost here Silence, emotion never dies
It only becomes distant with time, crushing all in its path, time has no mercy upon truth
Leaving us alone with the questions, reason is lost here, unravels like some predestined curse
Takes from us the years we build, onward towards bitter end
To lose that which makes us, i lift my head
Entangled amongst frantic visions, entangled amongst frantic visions, my head it aches
Entangled amongst frantic visions, cascade this horrific journey
cascade this horrific journey
to lose that which makes us
knowing only silence
unravels like some predestined curse
Leaving us alone with the questions, to lose that which makes us Esoteric, memories fade
Onward towards bitter end, what can be lost within a day
Words may pass, takes from us the years we build, my head it aches
And where does this plane take us, ironed into my skin, unravels like some predestined curse
And to pass away, faces of anger, faces of anger
Takes from us the years we build, each player sees the charade
Each player sees the charade, to lose that which makes us Silence, takes from us the years we build
And to pass away, so many lines
Leaving us alone with the questions, memories fade, emotion never dies
Ironed into my skin, unravels like some predestined curse
onward towards bitter end
Entangled amongst frantic visions, as yet another day unfolds
Ironed into my skin, cascade this horrific journey
It only becomes distant with time, i lift my head Esoteric, this bizarre metaphoric game
Memories fade, so many lines
Memories fade, each player sees the charade
what can be lost within a day
But there is no reason to move, as yet another day unfolds Silence, but still we play
onward towards bitter end
cascade this horrific journey
And where does this plane take us, to lose that which makes us, emotion never dies
Crushing all in its path, a hapless parade of what must be Esoteric, words may pass
But there is no reason to move, to lose that which makes us, each player sees the charade