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• Artiste: Dark Age
• Titre: Minus Exitus
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I don't see who we are, I don't see what we are I don't see who we are, I don't see where we are This world grows an old believer Where progress means decay Death as a tempting diva Tomorrow is yesterday Dying for a new reality Who sold it to the ones who sleep? The death of one is no more tragedy Statistics have now taken the lead And we've been searching for ages Pain and Guilt no one able to see That life needs death inside a world so instable No new belief, rewritten history How shall we all overcome when there are no dreams that guide how to feel inside? i say... How shall this world overcome when there is just death that decides when to believe in life? I say... Can you feel it? Can you see it? Can you be it? So what do you die for if absence realigns For rapture it will need more In death lies life divine Mortal reactions and the mankind tree are drying out the rains of gold Integrity, lack of identity Carry one what is left untold Do you hear me? And we've been searching for ages Pain and Guilt no one able to see That life needs death inside a world so instable No new belief, rewritten history How shall we all overcome when there are no dreams that guide how to feel inside? I say... How shall this world overcome when there is just death that decides when to believe in life? I say... Can you feel it? Can you see it? Can you be it? Go! Go! As we run our spirits pass the timeline Leaving the organic Touching earhless life And we've been searching for ages Pain and Guilt no one able to see That life needs death inside a world so instable No new belief, rewritten history How shall we all overcome when there are no dreams that guide how to feel inside? i say... How shall this world overcome when there is just death that decides when to believe in life? I say... Can you feel it? Can you see it? Can you be it?