Pa**ive complainers are travelers 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 unending 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
Never mind 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.
Never mind 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
Never mind 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