Second Rhythm Songtext
von Drahla

I could be the sun, be some other one, I could touch the earth, see, feel, earth, wind, fire.
I could hold my breath for another time, I could see gold, precious more so, real time.
I can′t find the handsome landscape
It holds no present synthesis to -
I could frame the flame, hold the smog of another day
Maybe I'm the one, just the scared son, prodigal I can′t find the handsome landscape
There's water on the rock again, grease sweeps over me
Holy son I cast the shadow, toxic bite of toxic air, skin is drenched just in the leather. Fur on the rock, I see double again. Synthesis parallel to what? High peak clouded breath of mine. Exclusive to? Inclusive how? I'm here on my own again.
I could be sun, be some other one, I could touch the earth, see, feel, earth, wind, fire. I could hold my breath for another final time, I could see gold precious more so, real time.
Fire