Paroles de Ezequiel 25, 17

Scratching your entrails There's nothing to say The silent voice Surrounding your head Deep down inside Follow the blind Oblivious to stand What's real or bright Into the abyss You fall, you will die No one can save you Your fate, your world is face down Unconscious, suspicious The walls are shut down The void, the wisdom The flight of the unharmed What will you do? Where will you hide? Over the top There's nowhere to run Embrace the dark light The truth, the unknown Are possessing your mind That presence, the essence Frost in your eyes! What will you do? Where will you hide? Over the top There's nowhere to run