Microcosmic Design şarkı sözleri

Wearing at his palm Molted skin stone Attrition Rough hands erode We can Regeneration It's Sisyphusian in some form Wearing your feeling fingers down Legacy his only contribution To a world that's gone Fixed in his task Decades pass Stone pushes stone, relinquish control Life he lived means nothing if no one remains Guess his reward is purpose hands on the stone