Morbus Chron - Ripening Life Тексты

Robbed of my senses, I trust this storm
To nurse me through birth and adolescence
With my controls set for the heart of the sun
So I can travel safely on foreign streams
And dare to cross the fragile bridges,
Barely standing over abysmal ravines

In my hand I hold my mentor
Above us the stars align
They're taking me to where the sky yawns
And guiding our way, they shine
Alleviating a world that reaches
From present to time out of mind
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