Sinestesia Songtext
von Toliman

Drops of sentiment
Are dripping off the forehead of unsatisfied neglect
(Gradient′s fault)
Texture just like sand
Granulated exorcism of regret
(Ominous salvation)

Left for dead
Hoards ahead
Future's threat


An empty room with no escape
Doors fully open, no avail (till it floods)
Time plays its dance to silent stalls
Showing colours yet to taste
Unknown to most

Oppressing fear of the unknown
Ancestral need to recall

Left for dead
Hoards ahead
Future′s threat
Missing space
Nothing to trace
Order's decay

Left for dead
Hoards dismayed