I follow this road,
Landscapes on hold in the hands of the four,
lighted by a dying core,
ruins and forests as far as the eye can reach
when the fire dies this dream begins to bleach
thoughts becomes ice
Nevermind, im lost in the city lights
as a creature to tempt fate,
as a stranger in the alley shade
Marching forwards into selfdestruction
and praying for salvation, isnt my meaning of civilisation
With a bottle of gin we consume the nights
a concept of sin to stand in one´s own light
primates, shows you