Tekster: Paradise Lost. Dissappear.

In living with a fear of chance
The chance of fears the only reason you`re awake
We`ll decrease in size when burdened with your mind
But you know escape is to run
In a constant commotion
When I speak it`s revulsion
Maybe you`ll - disappear

We call the past when you were strong
Those distant days it seems are now forever gone
You`ll increase desire to wander and retire
But you know escape is to run