Текст песни Portraits Of Past - Through To An End

Withheld promises and shots well past. Floated out to sea, reduced to trash. You chose your own path. Mouths full of glass. Walking along the sand. How dark the waves, his gaze! The sun burns through the fog. No home left. Withheld promises, and shots well past. Violent weakness. Aspersions cast. You chose your own path. Sick of the attack. Walking along the sand. The sun burns through the fog. Tell me, how can I make it through to an end? Float and flow through to an end. Where did you go?