1. TOMBSTONES

Roots are slowly consuming me
- Shield me ! Oh shield me
Dragging me down
- The taste of dirt is filling me

A story is being written
Taking it's toll on me
A story of love and regret,
Of hate and disease
I just want to run until my feet are sore
And I can finally breath
- Again

Keep living in the shadow of a tombstone
Upon regret is written
We can try to outrun it
And run towards the hills
But time flies past our heads
Like a whirlwind of birds
We have carved our future in our hands
A fine line, cut with a rusty razor
The world is slowly suffocating
In the shadow of man


2. HAZE

A long gaze until night roams
The moon, a gondola that never carried anyone home
Sailing away in the blue haze of a dream
- Searching the sky for signs of hope
But the stars are all teeth
Swallowing all dreams
The sound of silence echoes through eternity
In darkness we all sleep

We were never meant to be free
In darkness we all sleep


3. QUICK! SET ABLAZE THE SKIES ABOVE

Fire follows behind us
In a season of mist
Burning our bridges down
Till we cease to exist
Still the hounds keep barking
Throwing us off course
It's hard to find any solace (in this place)
When you always felt lost

Quick ! Set ablaze the skies above

Dreams are set ablaze and sink in the harbour
As we walk with our head in the clouds
Breathing in every shade of smog
Without a care, without a doubt

On the top of the world
We see nothing

But when every truth is spoken
Then we will finally see
That everything
Is build on clouds
- And the dust of what is long gone


4. MOST WANTED

This monument portrays a clown
- Burn it down, burn it down, burn it down
Feed us empty, feed us on the ground
- Take us down, take us down, take us down

Empty religion
Nothing is written
Obsessed with a clown
Can’t make a sound

These yellow hands have stolen billions of stories from us
Illusionist! Coward !
“Nothing will break nor change if we stay the same”
- Same story, same plot
We have forgot about the fact that all organic rots !

This monument portrays a clown
- Burn it down, burn it down, burn it down
Yellow hands on yellow crowns
- Take us down, take us down, take us down

Empty religion
Nothing is written
Obsessed with a clown
Can’t make a sound

These yellow hands have stolen billions of stories from us
Illusionist! Coward !
There is a ghost in every town that can’t make a sound
We’re Illusionists ! Cowards !
Just like you...
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