Paroles de The Elitism Conception

In ruins of diversity Emerges again This tale of Raging waves Turned into simple drops. A bird who never saw his feathers His scattered feathers He fell in blindness And crawled cause he was told to. He raised his vision To dead-end paths. He could never fly again. Shattering down What gives you meaning of life Replaced beckoning This bloody dreariness We shall escape from it A bird who never saw the moon And focused on shining stars. As shape-shifting devices Don’t follow the highway Don’t fear the sideways Embrace individuality He fell in blindness And crawled cause he was told to. He raised his vision To dead-end paths. He could never fly again.