Nomad
He is walking on the the side of a highway
Evading the last rays of malevolent sun
Thick hot air like the breath of a rhino, floating around him
He took a look on a dying crocodile, scratched its drying neck skin
There was room for mirages, results of a recurrent sin
Back in the day when he was still young and fearless
A cock-long cowboy riding an ominous bull of thousand tons
He listened to the sirens, those damned misfortune tellers
It was place for a distraction, a long-awaited fateful misstep
May this day be his final
May this day raise the devastating wind
Let the fate of righteous scorn him
Let the aberration fry him
What is the desirable reason?
What will ever justify his pain?
This will be the erection of the new frame
This will be the never ending way
Manmade god took the life of a godmade man
Too unbelievable to be true
Only a story told to explain him, withered verse of astonishment
He thought for a moment, wondered what he could have done
Over-masturbated memories, cleaned always with an old dirty cloth
May this day be his final
May this day raise the devastating wind
Let the fate of righteous scorn him
Let the aberration fry him
What is the desirable reason?
What will ever justify his pain?
This will be the erection of the new frame
This will be the never ending way
Evading the last rays of malevolent sun
Thick hot air like the breath of a rhino, floating around him
He took a look on a dying crocodile, scratched its drying neck skin
There was room for mirages, results of a recurrent sin
Back in the day when he was still young and fearless
A cock-long cowboy riding an ominous bull of thousand tons
He listened to the sirens, those damned misfortune tellers
It was place for a distraction, a long-awaited fateful misstep
May this day be his final
May this day raise the devastating wind
Let the fate of righteous scorn him
Let the aberration fry him
What is the desirable reason?
What will ever justify his pain?
This will be the erection of the new frame
This will be the never ending way
Manmade god took the life of a godmade man
Too unbelievable to be true
Only a story told to explain him, withered verse of astonishment
He thought for a moment, wondered what he could have done
Over-masturbated memories, cleaned always with an old dirty cloth
May this day be his final
May this day raise the devastating wind
Let the fate of righteous scorn him
Let the aberration fry him
What is the desirable reason?
What will ever justify his pain?
This will be the erection of the new frame
This will be the never ending way
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Writer(s): Janne Timonen, Jiri Pyörälä, Pauli Autio
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