Текст песни Vector

Analysis seems to be the better answer But how can I control this incestuous, grey forest? Thousands of wooden guardians protect transmissions. My frantic excavation is not the key to wake up, Now it's time for another mask, A Face, my furrowed stare. I'll try to see only the surface of the water but The jokes continues and the purple hate gives a clear signal. Vector rises, And it brings lucid reasons to follow a balanced trail. The return journey doesn't frighten me, It doesn't frighten anymore. The serpent will not eat it's tail again. Goodbye my forest. Now I've found my hatchet.