كلمات Mechanavigation

We are the filth that blows our senses We are looking for a place for do in it as they did on earth Floating, recently awake Lost the gravity, feel the zero space The warmness of sunshine, caress my skin There aren't yesterday in the memory of the space We are the kings made of ice We are looking for a place Floating in this room, memory remains me We lost our homes, we burned our place The warmness of sunshine, caress my skin There aren't yesterday in the memory of the space We are the kings made of ice We are looking for a place