Nautical Dusk Songtext
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Particle dusk decayed
The voices in the past
The weather condition′s harsh
As the colors shift and change
This is an iron ballet
As we dance incoherently
The lines aligned are drawn to the clouds
And high above the sky

The colour in the sky is ours
Draws pillars of potential towers
Above what we could be and what we could have
An artificial display of a natural sense to be
Made the knots untie, woven through the clouds
As my mind becomes the sky


I can feel the sudden light
Crushing through the armor of my heart
Our corrosion creates the salt
Feeding of the waste flowing in

The voice through bewildered waves
Hear the echoes of the past
Confidence is washed away
As the colours darken still

Gaze upon distorted visions
Through this agitated line of sight
We are bound to reach something unforeseen
As my mind becomes the sky

I am filled by this rush of light
It's in my eyes
Slowly regaining the urge to understand
How to sell the open sea

I can feel this sudden light
Rushing through the eye of our mind
Our corrosion crystal souls
Fitting all the ways of man