Notres Langues Nous Trompes(Live from Saint Vitus Bar) Songtext
von Saetia

I bleed onto a page for you where diction has lost all its meaning
And secrets fall from lips like dying petals in a forgotten garden
Believing language we speak in tongues deceiving ourselves
My heart whispers in forms that twenty years
of reason and cognition have rendered useless If only you could hear what I have seen for aeons before this zero
To see our system as a void, to believe ourselves immune--
To never feel our wings melting
We are all spirits trapped and dying
Trapped and dying