We grew up to your expectations, the ideals of your rigid and structured evolution
We will grow old in a clouded and distant sanctuary; be safe and sound - distant and alone
Young boys abandoned on our sleeves and caged through the years of tortured sleep; howling silently deep in our buried tool
And even with the different shades of path, and cycles of purpose we seize; we will wither all the same
We will wither all the same
Piece the entire enigma of foundation, clench the speaking notion and disperse the remaining speckles of aches through your living years
Before the end depletes the shades of cause
Before we age and shrink to the veins of aging pain
Before we shiver and face the discontinuous illumination
We wither all the same
We will grow old in a clouded and distant sanctuary; be safe and sound - distant and alone
Young boys abandoned on our sleeves and caged through the years of tortured sleep; howling silently deep in our buried tool
And even with the different shades of path, and cycles of purpose we seize; we will wither all the same
We will wither all the same
Piece the entire enigma of foundation, clench the speaking notion and disperse the remaining speckles of aches through your living years
Before the end depletes the shades of cause
Before we age and shrink to the veins of aging pain
Before we shiver and face the discontinuous illumination
We wither all the same
( Paris In The Making )
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