Voices From The Fuselage все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

The tide comes in, and all I see
For miles around me is this harsh reality that no one understands.

A thing of sheer beauty that is defaced by all these sins and wrong doings, the sea will set me free.

Looks like the moon’s getting closer
Looks like its feeling earth’s pull
All of the clocks have stopped working

Solace in the night,
graceful rays of light,
skin cells & scattered dust in flight.
Radiant stars ablaze,
settling a blinding rage,
a spectrum of colour misplaced.
Cravings to explore,
gravity contort,

You can’t see the lion’s den that you just backed in.
Watch them feed on your hind legs as your children dread.
A shame that fills you from head to toe as you plead ‘let go’.

Nos Dicebit…

There’s nowhere that I’d rather be.
Second-guessing me, double-crossing you.

avish in these words you may not understand.
who could've predicted that this would be our bitter end.
miracle occurred - the chance is sickly thin,
between the bruises and contusions that rest on our skin.
we cleared the ocean deep, thrown downward from the sky,
but the sensation of a pull encourages the 'why?'.
the walls are ripped apart, the fumes have met the flames,
and the resistance of the flooding wind keeps them at bay.

Within these walls I am confined.
Thrust over our eyes solely to blind.
Is it trespassing when we feel at home?
Amongst the truth which remains untold?

Who is the arbiter in this
Travesty you choose to dismiss?
You have people running for their lives.