The Art of Time

One last round of claps before we sink

I must be drunk
Or disillusioned
To think that half the men would care of the system that breed their enslaved brains

Let me buy some hi-valued hope
Let me buy some recklessness
Deal, one dream, one pill, one social scene,
To put myself at ease

Barely Nothing
And I'll be king
The king of nothing

Stroll around my land
I pet the sheep
And paint the grass green

Sometimes I feel like it's all vain all I've left is you
The dynasties are successful to succeed each others in the abyss
How the people who want the power the most are the one who should never get it.

Trash
All around
Clean the fog
Find my son
Look under my cross
There's a sign
It's alive

When the biggest fret get afraid of the seas and the chimney melts under thousand degrees what will?
Just remain of us
Extinction of us
Genocide of us
Perpetrate by us
Meet the void

Safe
Quiet Place
Oak and Ash
Dash the sun
Waif under the cross
Watching the yard
Lives a bird
Black and blue
He's your son
Sing his song
Heal his bones
Cause their yours
And their mine
Dry his tears
Fix the world
Or burn that bridge and sail

And sink

I'd like to sail away
Far from my human duties
In the seas of stupidity
Alone, fed by the pixels of long time gone beauty

I lived a meaningless existence
Like everyone I loved that dance
And tried to fucked the best out of my brain

Some people play guitar
Some look at the stars
Trying to solve all this
Relentless end

And some don't know
Consciousness zero
We'll fall in line
For Being the ones
To think
Wrong most of the time
We just lost control
Blame our beautiful, soul
So divine
Thank you for the ride
It was about time.