Woorden: Brion Riborn. Mediocrity Is An Adequate Lover. Futility.

My god, who am i?
was asked
blazing flames arose
their dreams forged your life
into something horrible
monsters glorify
(if i) seem dead
victims we are discarded
go fish

we must stop this progress
big gun filled with little men
we must feed our empty heads
to replenish
a meal
so distant
a meal
so distant

today, today
i didn't want you to go
like clay, like clay
mold me into a shadow

today, today
i didn't want you to go
like clay, like clay
we melt away

shoreline swallowed by the seas
a wish: guide us, dark valley
his hands: frigid cold and clear
pursed lips are so ready dear
become everything we dream
i am walking now before you
before you
hmmm
before you
before you
before you
before you
oh

today, today
i didn't want you to go
like clay, like clay
mold me into a shadow

today, today
i didn't want you to go
like clay, like clay
hey

we belong together

(Thanks to ribornfan for these lyrics)