Keeper Of Dreams - Insignificanthill lyrics

People of calamity! Don't you have some query in your thousand year old deceieved head? Haven't you recognized the disease of our decisions? Sneaking on the wrong side, always trusting who wants to stamp you down! Attempts of letting the mind flow, our possibilities are extradited to a higher power, what ignores us to the core. A pathetic way to renew a mournfully worn-out, raped, glorious art... Pursuing the backwardness it gains its too far. We're just cowering in the middle of the mess crookbacked, with broken arm. Noone finds me in the garden of wasted blooming. Maybe we seem like an insignificAnthill What had we done to earn this banishment? "This nation has already expiated the past and the future"