Автор: Mr. Strange

Searching for a light at the darkest of night We bury our fears and try to keep quiet But the

More that I live More clear it’s each day We got to change our ways There is no way to

A long time ago I went to the shore I whispered my wish to a breeze from the North The

Has nobody noticed our infection? This slow and willing genocide? Terminal sickness spreads Through thoughts inside our heads Our consciences

I was born to see two thousand years Of man’s effect upon the planet Extinction seems to be a plausible

Blame my cloven hooves — If I sink what does it prove I’ll always will be your prey Blame my

Mired in illusion Lost in the masters game Silenced by the idea of time Nurtured with lies and deceit The

Beams of fire sweep through my head Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged Sensory receptors succumb I am no one now,

Stay with me awhile Rise above the vile Name my final rest Poured into my chest Into the orchard I