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ASP - Bones

  • Artista: ASP
  • Album: Kosmonautilus
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Bones

The stormy sea spat you out. Call it elevation!
Scavengers’ feast in the sand – a bloody celebration.
The stage is set on the rocks for some revelations.
You pray for the tide to come.
A cloudless sky’s waiting for you. The night has faded.
Your eyes are dry and your lips are moving, dehydrated.
The capability of speech may be overrated.
You can’t escape from the burning sun.
 
You try to raise just one hand with the slowest motion
to shield your face, realizing you can’t reach the ocean.
Is all this punishment for your lack of devotion?
A stranger on a strange land.
You had to leave, this is all ‘bout determination.
Learn how to breathe or you’ll die by asphyxiation.
There is no oxygen left, this means intoxication.
You have been thrown out of the deep end.
 
Out of the blue and black.
There is no turning back.
 
Bones
thrown down by a giant,
waiting to be read, stolen from the sea.
Bones!
Stop being defiant
or you’ll never get your own prophecy!
Bones,
red and ivory tokens
drying in the sun, irony of fate.
Bones
messed up and all broken,
crawl if you can’t run, it is not too late.
 
What will you do? Has there been a gathering of wisdom?
The hungry skuas are watching. You wouldn’t miss them.
It may be time to become part of the ecosystem.
What have you got left to give?
You’ve left your cave, but it wasn’t your own decision.
There once was faith, or maybe it was superstition.
It all could end here and now without any mission,
it doesn’t matter in what you believe!
 
Out of the blue and black.
There is no turning back.
 
Bones
thrown down by a giant,
waiting to be read, stolen from the sea.
Bones!
Stop being defiant
or you’ll never get your own prophecy!
Bones,
red and ivory tokens
drying in the sun, irony of fate.
Bones
messed up and all broken,
crawl if you can’t run, it is not too late.
 
A long, long way, a zig-zag course which we have traveled for so many years
on endless days. With no remorse this life has forced you to cope with your fears.
 
So, leave this shore! The tower is waiting and you have to follow its call
once more. It could be too late, but the answers lie within its walls.
You’ll see there is no other way. Get up! You know you cannot stay here in the sun.
You have no choice. There is no rest. It’s in your bones. Your final quest has just begun.
 
Out of the black and blue,
it all comes back to you.
 
Bones
thrown down by a giant,
waiting to be read, stolen from the sea.
Bones!
Stop being defiant
or you’ll never get your own prophecy!
Bones,
red and ivory tokens
drying in the sun, irony of fate.
Bones
messed up and all broken,
crawl if you can’t run, it is not too late.
 
Bones
thrown down by a giant,
waiting to be read, stolen from the sea.
Bones!
Stop being defiant
or you’ll never get your own prophecy!
Bones,
red and ivory tokens
drying in the sun, irony of fate.
Bones
messed up and all broken,
crawl if you can’t run, it is not too late.
 
It’s not too late.
 
Es ist nicht zu spät.
 
Postato da javariojavario Sab, 30/11/2019 - 23:34
Ultima modifica javariojavario Lun, 30/12/2019 - 21:54
Grazie!ringraziato 3 volte

 

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