Look at paradise Its all there holding on For you to avail All that was left behind By you and me Is now under soil strata Retained You do have the means But have no ends In a constant today That blurs future and past In a household of sensations Thrilling to every touch With walls of flesh Cornered in stones of bones Under a guise we share the same lot Our marrow is the same But we dont want it to be Living a fable in our own minds We faced a choice of life But we chose not to be We laugh at our own songs We mock of our own seeds We stab at our own hopes And we lock away what remain We could ever long For a light beam to shine upon Our failed intuition And system In an eternal war to succeed Spoiling the land With castles of grief And trenches of sadness Diego Teixeira Bass Diogo Mafra Guitars Pablo Vilela Guitars Caio Duarte Vocals, Drums
teixeira, vilela, mafra, caio, diogo