Silvercord

Confined in begotten lands of the molecular disarray
From the vibratory spectrum where lie the organic bases
Dead nature, it's characteristic of a confinement
Polarity shocks shake our existence like chains tied to our feet
Systematic visual restriction
Differ from the awakening of the snake that lies at our door
The inexperience leaves us again under orange and white lights
A debt in the spirit, take the hands of your shadow
Sleep your thoughts under this tortuous weather
The aim: the horizon
Attracted by a call, saw celestial bodies as sweets to the palate
Resonant landscapes stimulated the race
The color was the key, they were attracted
In your head there's a constant light
It comes from a sun that died long ago
Tension on the surface, a hoax that hides information
A debt in the spirit, take the hands of your shadow
Sleep your thoughts under this tortuous weather
The aim: the horizon
A debt in the spirit, take the hands of your shadow
Sleep your thoughts under this tortuous weather
The aim is the horizon
From yellow to blue, my skin shines and stretches
You gave me some of your light
I will let it shine
They don't see, their fingers fall when joining hands
They think they are all well clung
They think they are all well clung
They think they are all well clung