Song | ARTMAN |
Artist | Brahman |
Album | ETERNAL RECURRENCE |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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He longs for the light of spring | |
Without knowing that glimmer | |
In the dazing light, floating on pleasure | |
Tyranny never ceases inside me | |
Just walking on, that's all | |
No progress | |
And when you look aside you would finally realize | |
It's an eye | |
Your eyes remind me of eyes of a dead fish | |
They're almost the same | |
Watch out, don't freak out | |
Time goes and burns out before you notice | |
Go and Stop | |
Who could decide that I should stop? | |
And don't want for you to find the truth? | |
A blind and active comrade must be more harm than good | |
Light reflected from blind eyes is not the true bright light | |
He knows the being of light only as a matter of fact | |
He wouldn't know it until he is dead | |
Your eyes remind me of eyes of a dead fish | |
They're almost the same | |
Watch out, don't freak out | |
Time goes and burns out before you notice | |
Go and Stop | |
Who could decide that I should stop? | |
And don't want for you to know yourself? |
He longs for the light of spring | |
Without knowing that glimmer | |
In the dazing light, floating on pleasure | |
Tyranny never ceases inside me | |
Just walking on, that' s all | |
No progress | |
And when you look aside you would finally realize | |
It' s an eye | |
Your eyes remind me of eyes of a dead fish | |
They' re almost the same | |
Watch out, don' t freak out | |
Time goes and burns out before you notice | |
Go and Stop | |
Who could decide that I should stop? | |
And don' t want for you to find the truth? | |
A blind and active comrade must be more harm than good | |
Light reflected from blind eyes is not the true bright light | |
He knows the being of light only as a matter of fact | |
He wouldn' t know it until he is dead | |
Your eyes remind me of eyes of a dead fish | |
They' re almost the same | |
Watch out, don' t freak out | |
Time goes and burns out before you notice | |
Go and Stop | |
Who could decide that I should stop? | |
And don' t want for you to know yourself? |
He longs for the light of spring | |
Without knowing that glimmer | |
In the dazing light, floating on pleasure | |
Tyranny never ceases inside me | |
Just walking on, that' s all | |
No progress | |
And when you look aside you would finally realize | |
It' s an eye | |
Your eyes remind me of eyes of a dead fish | |
They' re almost the same | |
Watch out, don' t freak out | |
Time goes and burns out before you notice | |
Go and Stop | |
Who could decide that I should stop? | |
And don' t want for you to find the truth? | |
A blind and active comrade must be more harm than good | |
Light reflected from blind eyes is not the true bright light | |
He knows the being of light only as a matter of fact | |
He wouldn' t know it until he is dead | |
Your eyes remind me of eyes of a dead fish | |
They' re almost the same | |
Watch out, don' t freak out | |
Time goes and burns out before you notice | |
Go and Stop | |
Who could decide that I should stop? | |
And don' t want for you to know yourself? |