Wandering between life and death on a journey without answers still moving forward Where is it? In a black and white world scars hunt fog with no end in sight and a dry throat
Is it shouting out? Does it hold the answer? I thought it was only you but that was a misunderstanding
There's no need to stack definite sounds Should be free Because it is new That's the reason to live Isn't it? There is a range the wind can reach There is meaning in complexity As long as there's a heliosphere
