Paroles de Beneath

Rejection In gasping air from vast surrounds Subjection to all that breathes it Suffocate in the idle and empty It calls for no one The beast of no will Gives rise the servants of cause They hold their breath as it sets behind the hill Banishing them to the dark It will set and rise again and again Speaking only of your end It pierces your unyielding pretense The illusion shattered and exhausted It will set and rise Dull and fruitless It will set and rise again and again With no ambition