Into oceans of false existence, we all drift away.
The true essence of time is fragile, but my dreams do never die.
Anxious to reach the bottom, a bottom that does´t exist.
Time is like the flames of fire.
It´s eating all in its way wither and fall into the abyss of time.
The true essence of time is fragile, but my dreams do never die.
Anxious to reach the bottom, a bottom that does´t exist.
Time is like the flames of fire.
It´s eating all in its way wither and fall into the abyss of time.