Provocation of the mystics Revel in the shelter bare Taste the virtue of nothingness Feel the motion from elsewhere Gazing from the highest cliffs Don't venture down to the abbys The abbys ♪ The way ahead is still no distance
Just a part of our existence Heal the pains of this disorder Devise your escape across the border Loosen up and ease the flow Trust survivors incognito ♪ I heard the king has lost his golden wing Leave well alone I heard the queen just couldn't intervene Leave well alone I saw the words written in stone Leave well alone Not for nothing, but just leave well alone Leave well alone Stories? Stories are told to the prisoners who wait there and still remain Ideas? Ideas of changing the history written just to entertain Reasons? Reasons give us quite a rush for a while at the start then get lost Knowing? Knowing that currents still move us around as the seasons dissolve