CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Desire, Ether
I know that when I'll lose myself to ether
From the riches of imaginary land
Heaven won't be in a place where my blood will pour
Filling into stoic rays of will
You and I are vibrations on a newsreel
Inexorable seas, modernity
I am not free, nor are we
Becoming aught but history
From the riches of imaginary land
Heaven won't be in a place where my blood will pour
Filling into stoic rays of will
You and I are vibrations on a newsreel
Inexorable seas, modernity
I am not free, nor are we
Becoming aught but history