Arrival के बोल

My eye - a frozen wasteland Darkness flavoured with an essence of pain I´m fallin´ into myself As I drink the mother´s poison A distant tiny red hand An unnoticable motion inside my brain Desperate try to catch me And now - the lord´s got no son No name is bigger Than life itself? And life is so small Purposes are canceled Forgotten scars are starting to call And here I go I breed no understanding My body melts under the pressure of questions Our lord is seeking for faith As the hand is smashed by glass There´s no sound to hear There´s no god to fear There´s no aim to near to All is just me There´s no truthful word There´s no just fair court There´s no enter to the world All is just me And here I go