Times Sluring 歌词

Tomorrow we sinned. Trespassed the thick white borders of innocence Stained the baby blue skies to ugly red with sour signs of abhorrence In this strange and taut situation that was given by our cast We're still having our senses trapped in now, frozen in present Not a minuscule moment would come over, not a single flash Yet a vision of our dreams mouldering like the night black ash Clangorous drifts braying our delicate, fragile selves Leaving not a remote hint, not revealing any quarrels Standing in the present with acute and ponderous questions Freezing in this silence with multitudinous seclusions Bitter crinkles shriveling and defacing our souls As our bodies slowly necrotize in these dismal woes The reason we're writhing - is our own mortal expiation For our future guilts - now we'd pass by without recognition The reason we're suffering - is our own lethal penance in advance A privilege for having our minds cankered and unintensed Just before we could awake to the dilapidation we fetch Yesterday we acquited. Now we'll just have to turn dry, sterile and dead