Testo di Dead Ends

Flightless, we stand Firmly on the cursed soil Was there a war to win? Racing the clock to no avail Life has come to a halt We're still compelled to carry on Deterioration sets in Times of forfeiture A lingering ghost of what once was Absent-minded, obsolete Warning signs were ignored Plunging towards the crossroads Degraded to nothing Dead end existence I turned every wretched stone Degraded to nothing in toxic thought I just don't know where to turn I just do not know