Birds In Row - Colossus

We were born where boredom's been sanctified.
And hope wears the same dust than all roads outgoing.
I'm sick of waiting, sick of living in this apathy.
Tonight's the night, the mounts will give up.
No need for muscles when you have a beating heart.
This is the story of not already broken dreams.
War's not over, i've just found the flag.
And I don't stand for the resigned one.
Maybe it could leave me happy, maybe it could leave me broken, one thing is sure:
It won't leave ignorant.
And if I have one fear, it's to lay on regrets.
With no way to sleep before the sunset.
Haunted by souvenirs of days spent hoping that life ain't useless for a kid still dreaming.
Life won't build me no jail. Открыть страницу с текстом

Fill up the masses and leave us alone.
Among these ashes there ain't no place to grow.
We're called the lone kids of our broken throats.
Tired of yelling, we've got no place to fall.
And i admit i am nothing but the opposite of your decisions.
Building myself on the anti-pattern of the golden wounds.
Among these ashes, turned up by crows, we are staring at the surface, hoping for welcoming hands to cut through this dark sea.
But carry your burdens, no arms will get open if you're not a new martyr. Открыть страницу с текстом

Unbearable vision of failure of the desperate sailors abandoned by the fortune of oil.
Believe me, don't wait for a saviour.
Here's your sheet-steel coffin, may you appreciate.
Believe me, do not look for an answer.
There are still shits coming before you pass away.
And i can't bear this snow.
And i can't bear this room.
And i wish my feet would have never known the dark streets of Cottbus.
End. Maybe we could dance and smile and figure out we're still alive,
As if we're not leaving our dreams along this late highway.
Maybe we could wait for some better skies to come
And shine Over the tragedy we leave along white barricades.
This was where we lived.
This is where it ends.
Common failure, common sailors.
Abandonned by the fortune of oil. Открыть страницу с текстом

What is not uncertain tonight for a bunch of kids who have forgotten their lessons?
Our growth started when we've buried your mistakes ('Cause yeah we've buried your mistakes).
We gave up our smiles against a pair of dark sunglasses.
Behind you'll find all the grudge filling our eyes.
I still wanna chose the way I wanna waste my fucked up time.
Oh I'm down and feeling nowhere home.
'Cause i've been raised on friable pillars, slowly going down.
You know what i'm talking аbout:
Being your own god.
We will forget these old stones.
Let's pull the colossus down.
Make'em feel nowhere home. Открыть страницу с текстом

It looks like a dream where someone used my body without permission.
The reallier it looks, the deeper i understand.
Help me ! 'cause i feel like i'm alone in a giant black hole.
Help me! Regrets are stuck to my bones.
I thought the world could have saved from my unending loneliness.
But I still stand alone, in the same stincky place.
And I am noone.
And I have noone.
And now i feel like the ace of fools. Открыть страницу с текстом

Passive complainers are travellers with no memories.
They put down their bags and show us their sore feet.
But the question is: would a hot bath make them shut their mouths?
They've got time to complain but no seconds to change.
Living criticism never lighting the weight of this heavy sky which will end breaking our fragile necks.
It's time to light the sky, but tonight everyone's complaining.
Subversively crying with their hands in their pockets.
I saw smiles between their undending grimaces and it may betray any kind of inner pleasure.
I don't listen to you if your only solution's to get high on pills on every disillusion.
I don't understand you if your choice is to wait for that train to come straight to your face.
There's one world where one word could have made things live and move from the most static state.
Engrave it on your cold desperate heart, and start looking for a change.
Nevermind the way you find to wake up, it should always be fine.
I'll scream you the word of astaroth, I'm searching for the light.
Aemaeth. Открыть страницу с текстом