Vārdi: Admirals Arms. Stories Are Told. Ideal Means Nothing.

I won't create a theme for a promise
Something useless
My mouth full of sand
All I need to bring is this colour for my own blade
This colour for my own blade

I say, i'm not the one
Can you read my notes
Cause it's so much better
With simple faces
Are you ready to know?
It's not a revelation, but a simple distortion
Constant and permanent decay.
Everything seemed so perfect
Open up your eyes, ain't got time

Not alive but just breathing
Ideal means nothing
I'm the believer, I'm the believer
I'm the believer and I'm still dreaming

What becomes first when something new is created
Take a position to rise and say goodbye

Maybe tonight
Near the rotten roots
Life holds detail, with simple faces
You're not ready to know
It's not a revelation, but an endless situation
My words are intense I'm still standing
My words are intense I'm still standing

Not alive but just breathing
Ideal means nothing
I'm the believer, I'm the believer
I'm the believer and I'm still dreaming