Démo Juillet 2007
oddlist - SABATIE Eric

It is so hard to pretend All the time we’ve lived is lost It seems to be a jail we mustn’t cross over… we’ve not… This pleasure we’ve met in innocence is in the past Take a sense, a turning point We live in a hard dimension We’ll try to do the best choice

The time is on pause Regrets have made their work Regrets… the time we’ve crossed the line

In your dream, you observe a boy who’s knocking on a door Will you try to change this knock? You live in a hard dimension where all the doors are closed You feel the dark rejection, many miles to walk apart And you’re running to your release, you’re creeping between the tombs…

The bombs lead you to stay as a silent boy apart And you stay as a quiet boy who’s running to the silence over head

And you’re running to take a chance You’re running to be distant of vices, no one you can’t bear. The one who made his mind up to the things he has failed, he has left. It is so hard to discern the time to live, to waste.

According to the blinker, Whatever the underhand pressure, A Hard dimension’s fall

And you’re burning all the drabness You say oppression Is under all the enrolment and faith The people discern the time to live, to waste

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