Lyrics

A shallow depth of field softens the world Out of focus we blindly collide In stories no one reads Eyes glaze while bodies bleed Silent paint strokes illustrate your life We can't change the inertia of age Keep up pace as we chase the undertow of time A lachrymatory buzzing with flies Turn the pages of our rhyparography Youth is wasted on the young It's zenosyne Nothing is stagnant here We walk with parallel strides Anchored to the sphere Saturn devours his child We can't change the inertia of age Keep up pace as we chase the undertow of time A lachrymatory buzzing with flies Fear the living For they walk a deeply trodden path All beginnings – time capsules for kenopsia Exhibition of false faces in formaldehyde Grotesque grinning Inside A lachrymatory buzzing with, buzzing with flies