This Stark Town
Paradise Lost
5:39Breathing here And the air is clear Changes of which I could foresee Shallow despair Broken years cannot repair Summoned here And all must see the hypocrisy Peel back the face The sorry mind The vacant space Born deprived The moods expired in reality A fantasy Based on harmony A victim released accordingly Mighty and proud Reaching up to touch the shroud Tangled here And far beyond from atrocity Frozen and cold Bleak the memories of old Times capsize The born desires for technology