As the Storm Drowned Our Voices (We Realized How Tiny We Are in Front of Mother Nature)
It happened so quickly that none of us had a chance to move
It happened so fast that we were all overridden by disaster
And we couldn't have time to prepare for our demise
One moment we were watching how the wallpaper was drying
The other we were witnessing the drowning of all our cells
We couldn't have time to have our last kiss-goodbye
We were left to the storm with no chance of survival but ourselves
What all of this mean if the circle of life has closed its course?
What do you get in the end when all your products are taken away?
But it all comes down to what you hold closer
Yes, it all comes down to what you hold the closest
All our TVs, computers, medicines and relatives follow the current
All our past hopes and fears are revealed for what they really are
They are nothing but the result of our angst
It is beautiful to trip around the world and see all those marvelous places
But we didn't deal with the host, we just passed him by
Walking through a crowded road up the will of consumerism and collectivism
Forgetting what we really are, were and would soon become
Living on the shoulders of the workaholics, consuming all of our days on futile things
Thinking that this routine would have gone forever
But it all comes down to what you hold closer
Yes, it all comes down to what you hold the closest
Great, sublime
A fantastic work of art
Shaped through time
And the strength of our ancestors
Now it's decaying
We can't appreciate art at all
We have to pay for it
Now
As the storm drowned our voices we realized how tiny we are in front of mother nature
We built two roads and called them a city, an ideal place where to settle
And settle all our progeny until it would all have turned dead boring
We, as a community of citizens and politicians were all disgusted by our alikes
We turned all so morose because we thought our emotions were fake
We went up to Christ and told him "come down off the cross, 'cause we need the wood for fire"
We looked so good on the dancefloor yet we weren't made for this
All of my demagogy turned sour when I did my predictions speaking aloud with air
Now on the roof of my residence I laugh as I watch you totally submerged, because
It all comes down to what you hold closer
Yes, it all comes down to what you hold the closest
It happened so fast that we were all overridden by disaster
And we couldn't have time to prepare for our demise
One moment we were watching how the wallpaper was drying
The other we were witnessing the drowning of all our cells
We couldn't have time to have our last kiss-goodbye
We were left to the storm with no chance of survival but ourselves
What all of this mean if the circle of life has closed its course?
What do you get in the end when all your products are taken away?
But it all comes down to what you hold closer
Yes, it all comes down to what you hold the closest
All our TVs, computers, medicines and relatives follow the current
All our past hopes and fears are revealed for what they really are
They are nothing but the result of our angst
It is beautiful to trip around the world and see all those marvelous places
But we didn't deal with the host, we just passed him by
Walking through a crowded road up the will of consumerism and collectivism
Forgetting what we really are, were and would soon become
Living on the shoulders of the workaholics, consuming all of our days on futile things
Thinking that this routine would have gone forever
But it all comes down to what you hold closer
Yes, it all comes down to what you hold the closest
Great, sublime
A fantastic work of art
Shaped through time
And the strength of our ancestors
Now it's decaying
We can't appreciate art at all
We have to pay for it
Now
As the storm drowned our voices we realized how tiny we are in front of mother nature
We built two roads and called them a city, an ideal place where to settle
And settle all our progeny until it would all have turned dead boring
We, as a community of citizens and politicians were all disgusted by our alikes
We turned all so morose because we thought our emotions were fake
We went up to Christ and told him "come down off the cross, 'cause we need the wood for fire"
We looked so good on the dancefloor yet we weren't made for this
All of my demagogy turned sour when I did my predictions speaking aloud with air
Now on the roof of my residence I laugh as I watch you totally submerged, because
It all comes down to what you hold closer
Yes, it all comes down to what you hold the closest
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Writer(s): G. C.
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