VIVARIUM
The walls are high, the ceiling low (so low)
The air is thick, we are so slow (so slow)
So low
So slow
So low
So slow
Create a world of balance and symmetry
Far from reminders of our mortality
It will split the spirit to the bone
Because in this crowd, we feel alone
In this cage, we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky
In this cage, we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky
This man-made Eden is a prison
A place of horror and treason
This is a prison
Of horror and treason
A glass garden, a world of illusion
A place of confinement and self-delusion
The walls are high, the ceiling low (so low)
The air is thick, we are so slow (so slow)
The walls are high, the ceiling low
The air is thick, we are so slow
With each step, strive for resurrection
Escape the horde, find your direction
Embrace your pain, your imperfections
Become a child of your own creation
Embrace your pain, your imperfections
Become a child of your creation
In this cage, we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky
In this cage, we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky
A glass garden, a world of illusion
A place of confinement and self-delusion
The walls are high, the ceiling low
The air is thick, we are so slow (so slow)
So low
So slow
So low
So slow
Create a world of balance and symmetry
Far from reminders of our mortality
It will split the spirit to the bone
Because in this crowd, we feel alone
In this cage, we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky
In this cage, we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky
This man-made Eden is a prison
A place of horror and treason
This is a prison
Of horror and treason
A glass garden, a world of illusion
A place of confinement and self-delusion
The walls are high, the ceiling low (so low)
The air is thick, we are so slow (so slow)
The walls are high, the ceiling low
The air is thick, we are so slow
With each step, strive for resurrection
Escape the horde, find your direction
Embrace your pain, your imperfections
Become a child of your own creation
Embrace your pain, your imperfections
Become a child of your creation
In this cage, we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky
In this cage, we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky
A glass garden, a world of illusion
A place of confinement and self-delusion
The walls are high, the ceiling low
Credits
Writer(s): Elena Cataraga, Vadim Ojog, Eugeniu Voluta
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