Under the stars
Eternity starts to fade in softthe stars gathers under the fullmoonBreathing under ruins crushedThe wind and the air whispers soon
Why do you think this is an everlasting sourceWe're just a part of the perspectiveI yearn for the silence not the sickness of a forcemaking life nicer to live
Now time seems central in this chaosBut in the end we will all dieSo why don't them just tell usIt doesen't matter how hard you try
Why do you think this is an everlasting sourceWe're just a part of the perspectiveI yearn for the silence not the sickness of a forcemaking life nicer to live..