Testo di Sphere

To rest with fury, My soul will flee Impeccable despise, At the evil things I see Anger is a thing, I once was told Molded in my making, Not in my mold A Savior was he, Oh how he new Cold philosophy, The mind he slew (Chorus) Now the circle, The stories grim Yes this cycle, It calls them A savior was he Oh how he new The clouds that fill my mind Are prophesy for you (Bridge V) For all you hypocrites, The laughter awaits And as the final bell rings, You'll lose your faith (Bridge Heavy V) A savior was he, Oh how he new Cold philosophy, The mind he slew And the spirits danced, Their bodies swayed Now their souls are free, Trapped in the gaze No redemption, Beseech thee only son Listen freely, To the words that come (Chorus) Now the circle, The stories grim Yes this cycle, It calls them A savior was he Oh how he new The clouds that fill my mind Are prophesy for you