as the seasons change
the sailors have dug up our graves
one by one, by now it seems
the sailors have dug up our graves
now it’s far too late to begin
my whole lifestory again
all treasures that i had found
still buried underground
still buried underground
with the face of a machine
the beast dreams of what it longs to be
if only had it seen
the wars fought under its paw
waking up to sounds of pain,
we couldn’t help but close our eyes
before the green of spring arrives
roaming waves will flood all land,
but we couldn’t help but save our lifes.
the sirens called us from the sea
at last one questions remains:
who will lead us in the underwood?
who will solace the ones who remain?
i don’t mean to defend the devil.
and i know there’s nothing true.
there’s nothing i can think of
that i wouldn’t trade for you
so here’s what little that i have
you can wait for me to take it back.
there’s really nowhere i want to be
but no matter how far away
i’ll pay the price
i’ll pay the price
solemn times,
laughing and smiling and dancing
but only memories
a distant light
that tries to hide
whenever i feel like
there’s no reason
to carry on
wandering and wondering
how all of this
turns to shit
making me wish for
solemn times,
laughing and smiling and dancing
but only memories
a distant light
that tries to hide
the horrors of today
it’s time to turn the tides
we all gave our best to defend what is left
but nothing, nothing was made to last
we’re born to be washed away and fade out in the waves
