Echoes - Cult Of Luna

Empty men without regrets

Leaning against each others shoulders

Open spaces fill the gap

Where reason reigned and fell

And I see vapour coming out

Of every crack in the framework

Caught in a vortex between false

Perceptions and reality

Forever

Dead frequencies kill the intellect

And truths that only raindrops see

Frail bodies out in the periphery

Walk like ghosts across the screen

It begins again