Hope/Renaissance

An uncomfortable melody
Whistled on a blade of grass
By the wind's powerless gasp
This melody shall be the last

See how the trees wither
While they're longing for a last tear
From a river
The last straw for the renaissance of hope

No
No bud in bloom
Will ever be seen again
This melody shall be
The last

A portrait black in black
Lies idle on its deathbed
The ravages of time
Run dry
As part of its last pulsation

The ravages of time run dry
A portrait
As part of its pulsation
Black in black

Decades of passive euthanasia
Created a cremated world
Die and let die
Vanish and be forgotten
How peaceful will this future be?

See how the trees wither
The only constant noise
In the serene air

The only constant noise
The sound of the flatline

In the serene air
The only constant noise
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance
In the serene air
The last straw for the renaissance of hope

In the serene air
The only constant noise
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance
In the serene air
The last straw for the renaissance of hope

The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance, the last straw
The last straw
For the renaissance of hope

Take a look at this bleak elegancy
Just before the final collapse

The clamor of silent words
Will also be unheard today

How peaceful this future will be
When life recreates itself, bit by bit
And silence touches the soul of beauty
Until everything blooms again

In the serene air
The only constant noise
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance
In the serene air
The last straw for the renaissance of hope

The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance, the last straw
For the renaissance of hope



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Bjoern Dietz, Sebastian Goerlach
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