An uncomfortable melody
Whistled on a blade of grass
By the wind's powerless gasp
This melody shall be the last
See how the trees wither
While they're longing for a last tear
From a river
The last straw for the renaissance of hope
♪
No
No bud in bloom
Will ever be seen again
This melody shall be
The last
A portrait black in black
Lies idle on its deathbed
The ravages of time
Run dry
As part of its last pulsation
The ravages of time run dry
A portrait
As part of its pulsation
Black in black
♪
Decades of passive euthanasia
Created a cremated world
Die and let die
Vanish and be forgotten
How peaceful will this future be?
♪
See how the trees wither
The only constant noise
In the serene air
♪
The only constant noise
The sound of the flatline
♪
In the serene air
The only constant noise
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance
In the serene air
The last straw for the renaissance of hope
♪
In the serene air
The only constant noise
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance
In the serene air
The last straw for the renaissance of hope
♪
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance, the last straw
The last straw
For the renaissance of hope
♪
Take a look at this bleak elegancy
Just before the final collapse
♪
The clamor of silent words
Will also be unheard today
♪
How peaceful this future will be
When life recreates itself, bit by bit
And silence touches the soul of beauty
Until everything blooms again
♪
In the serene air
The only constant noise
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance
In the serene air
The last straw for the renaissance of hope
♪
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance, the last straw
For the renaissance of hope