Flow کے بول

Thrown, like stones into the abyss of time No chance to go back up so high You’re in the cycle now Live inside a constant flow Every second fleeting, momentary reason left behind Let the fast illusion go, changing view Ripping flesh and form a hole to hide in Fictive stitches, tender scars Agree to make us whole again Another face of empty sorrow Building walls around my name Fictive stitches, tender scars Here again Let this never ending flow of tears Never end Empty faces, empty dreams We are but an illusion People say were nothing but a dream of our intentions Another face of empty sorrow When the dream has washed away