The Last Songtext
von Lipona

It′s a cold, it's a dark, it′s an unforgiving place
We can't escape as it takes us as we are, with no biases
It's a cold, it′s a dark, it′s an unforgiving place
We can't escape, we′ll just embrace who we are as our saving grace
I'm like the beggar on the street
Replete with angst and misery
Donning these tattered clothes that give me a sense of security
These... these seas of people change
There is no progress
And our position
It is fixed, unchanging as buildings crumble
Replaced by new ones, improve on old ones
The city is in constant flux and
These... all of these things change


We see no progress
We′re bound by our faith
And fear in the things that we cannot control
We are alone
Coping with fate
Delusions that guard us from feeling the cold
These tattered clothes
And every time I board a plane
Or I decide to drive my car
I am reminded of this place
These hand me downs
If only I could get rid
Of these rigid mechanisms
That serve to blind me