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With the old days born anew
A Massive gathering of onlookers
Sending birds to shelter the shipwrecked
With feathers of dust and wind
Emerging from the fiery fields
Were all being stepped on like insects
A million minds weeping
This boundless energy
This synergy
its better contained
We are so free
And what a superb absence is our soul
Desire is a liar
Blueprint of mankinds weakness
Absolute absolution
Criticize criticism
We are weighed down every moment
By the merciless sensation of time
This is an epidemy
Without remedy
Its better contained
Evolve, so free
And what a superb absence is our soul
Resolve this mirroring, wondering
We believe in the signs
Into the depths of the unknown
Only there you will find something new
What are you running from?
Obsession? What are you running from?
There are moments of existence
When time and space are more profound
And the awareness of existence
Is immensely heightened
This is the war of creation
And time becomes a murderer
Murderer!
Bring me consolation
Then well talk
Inconsistent copy
Abductor of every art form
Eyes cant see whats beyond
And the wind is silent
So from the mould
Scarlet and gold
A bulb will rise
A newborn
Bring him consolation
Then he will bless us
Give him a Judas kiss and
Face the consequence
Eyes cant see whats beyond
So long, my serenity
Lost in a conversation
Build these towers upside down
Lost in this constellation
And the wind is silent
[ Old Days Born Anew Lyrics ]