Lyrics

Dreams which find us innocent for now Will serve for all a sleepless night We learn to tell dreams from waking To realise who we are Give me your abyss Sell me your soul Rage extends its arms to meekness Victim's eyes smile at the torturer If these are scales, what pans don't move If there is justice without excess? One short step from eternal art to artificial eternity Pandemic destruction Give me your abyss Sell me your soul