LATE AS HELL

Things will get worse before they get better
Avoiding the obvious at winter twilight
Towards inevitable conclusions
An inconstant lost of the bliss pushes
The will flame to embrace outward motions

Conspiring through incessant solitude
Hope seems to be our endless legacy, fairly melted into tears
Carried under the skin like a fancy pedigree
Even if everything is a waste of time, there’s nothing else to be wasted

Who overcomes should be crowded

Heaven was dissolved in a place where there’s no rest
Bodies running after light
Daring to live and despair
Upon earth, not failing it’s not giving up

Conspiring through incessant solitude
Hope seems to be our endless legacy, fairly melted into tears
Carried under the skin like a fancy pedigree
Even if everything is a waste of time, there’s nothing else to be wasted

Who overcomes should be crowded and left behind
Avoiding the obvious at winter twilight
Who overcomes should be crowded and carried behind
Avoiding the trivial at winter twilight

Who overcomes should be crowded and left behind
Avoiding the obvious at winter twilight
Who overcomes?

26/11/2010