Sometimes I stop, I stop to wonder
who'll die before, whether the wind or the sun,
the sea or the rain, the fire or God...
My nerves under pressure.
I keep silence while a new zoo
begins to move once again
Absent-minded, incoherent
Loose and ignorant, as is its custom
Perhaps nobody has noticed me
but one day more is so hard to bear and
in the dark they still can perceive all,
they might report everything they saw.
Perhaps nobody has noticed me
but one day more is so hard to bear
and in the dark they still can perceive all,
they might report everything they saw.
But their lips shall stop and their spit keeps on shining
along with the stars.
Streets now empty have lost their breath
Memories are far-off
And the few folks remained don't mind about that
As if a cloud would haze the whole horizon
Another dream, silently...
It's only another dream
supported by 4 fans who also own “Circle of the Angels”
Hard hitting. Hard rhythms. Yet sweet and sexy. Reminds me at times of Caustic Grip, at times of Tactical N. I. - but it goes into its own territories: pop, bouncy, yet still HARD. felipe_serra