Ashent
Mhysteric
The journey will be long and with no returnYour faith's final moan, the seas will cry and claim its victimsBetrayed your feeling, in this slackness of meaningI know you have to leave, there's a look in your eyesThe cities lights burn ever brightAnd you will learn the practice of pleasureYou love machines that dream of perfectionShaped as me in my paradiseDon't weep for horrordon't weep for this mhysterical lossOf human thoughtYour future once burned bright for the world to seeThe pressure now builds andbreaks the man they thought you would beVoices they haunt you, as you drift alone on this empty seaThere's no time for remorse, your valor was not in vainBehold now the lands long fore toldAnd you will learn the practice of pleasureYou love machines that dream of perfectionShaped as me in my paradiseDon't weep for horrordon't weep for this mhysterical lossOf human thought
From Letras Mania