Minsk - The Time Ek Stasis lyrics

Whispered words. These walls breathe the inanity of accusation And a moment of gifting pa**es through what once was identity So that its dispersement surpa**es even reciprocity in a movement Beyond truth and falsity while well worn pillars of objectivity Collapse as if blown asunder by the blameless pawns of poets Ecstatically exhuming treasures of forgotten grace