Our principles are standing out like splintered
Pillars parading solidity while hiding weakness.
We march blindfolded against our demons
Until any unexpected event contradicts
All the things we've learned.
And it's hard now to make a stand,
Before the missing piece have fallen into place.
Convictions, illusions.
Nailed to our indestructible faiths.
We waste our time and breath to justify
What we choose to trust, to justify
What wouldn't make any sense anyway.
Convictions, illusions.
Goddamn, time is running fast.
Life is too short to strand your mind
On unbeatable ideas that one day you could call mistakes.
You must always act according to your heart
Or so they say, but can we trust ourselves?
Take my hand, hold me now, as tides change.
Even though our beliefs never looked
So deep-rooted, time can change them,
I'm well aware, as winter changes
The trees and the fields of this land. time can change them,
I'm well aware.
Here we are behind the smoke screen,
We're easy prey of every single charming opinion,
Fickle weathercocks that shift with every
Single wind of suggestion.
A challenge we begin, targeting our enemies,
Discarding any defeat.
Holding on until the end, always refusing to understand.
Empty words come and go as we forget our purpose.
Here we are.
Countless days have been wasted
In order to protect a system that now is falling.
Countless days are wasting as we fade out.