Magnetic Storm کے بول

Standing breathless upon a sea of faces Wondering the forthcoming present The dreams were never so real, so cold And the elements whirling in infernal chasm Pain was too strong to hold the demons in the brain cage A senseless parallel between you and your own suffering Parts of live crawling down in secret moments to the end The eyes open you see behind the veil of assurance and blindness To reassure a force of life and separate the promised throne Essence locked into limbs unsorted Aggravation is the law in such a distorted place It's not mentioned in these perfect times I see It's not mentioned, in these the key would be According to the rush inside the swarm A frenetic member must be named and then Lurking and annoyed of being held It shows his force of fear Holding his breath for fading into other sense Transparent glass he gazed through But destroying the own will with hate Must release in some a beast Essence works into limbs unsorted Aggravation leads the flow in such distorted wastes