Anicca

Άριστος φύλακας του ανθρώπου είναι ο λόγος σε συνδυασμό με την μουσική. Καθώς μόνο αυτός θα γίνει ο ισόβιος σωτήρας της αρετής, αν υπάρχει μέσα σ' αυτόν που την κατέχει.

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I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way