: Something tells me I'm not awake But I'm sceptical. Drifting into a domain where shadows take shape and regulate. I've been here before and will stand
: Sounds unfold from the city below and penetrate my state of mind, Awakening me with the silence of tomorrow. A new solar day has begun but its gray
: [Instrumental]
: Faltering into the entity of time, I see the prospect of your wrongs. The end consoled in the clarity of sorrow? Of the fated. Witness the turn of
Something tells me I'm not awake But I'm sceptical. Drifting into a domain where shadows take shape and regulate. I've been here before and will stand
[Instrumental]
Faltering into the entity of time, I see the prospect of your wrongs. The end consoled in the clarity of sorrow? Of the fated. Witness the turn of tide
Sounds unfold from the city below and penetrate my state of mind, Awakening me with the silence of tomorrow. A new solar day has begun but its gray as
