Vārdi:
Canopy

Suffering All you hear Is the voice Prophecies of the end Reflections Of a clouded mind Evolves Serene faces bold in design Locked insertion, rapture

I tremble beneath my falling senses All shapes turning grey Postpone every direction My remains within fade Scaling common walls in unrest Minds flawed

This wretched art of time These wonders without soul The end of all known values Can you hear them? My eyes - unblessed Will watch your last crawl Defaced

The day I meant All history Next one descent Swift time I see It holds no change This kinetic age All moments cease Movement release It holds no change

Why do I read, read between the lines Create the ideal Interpret What's not there Time has passed, no sights have changed Misplaced pattern, rearrange

Structureless shapes The world as you know it will fall Last lingering thread Its origins denied by us all Pulsating through deadscapes in floods Poison

Indivisible patterns meld Chaotic, neurotic The purity that was found Now poisoned Our legacy, once rare and prodigious Now collapsed and deteriorated

Still his world prevailed Untouched by external light In this wake of flames An orphan child came of age Now in isolation One bleeding earth in unrest

Once reflected Refused to shine again This may vanish The source will slowly drain Still blank face grin Your rapture will ignite Under your dead masque