from the skies mysteries are slowly falling down still searching for the answers which frighten us you won t find any thruth in the cradle of lies do we deserve to be aware that gift is too much for us take me away far from the curse of time so far that i can see the shape of the earth manufactured to save our precious time we lost it all submerged by sands of the hourglass i d rather get out of this place you won t find any thruth in the cradle of lies no one deserves to be aware but for the first time i woke up alive take me away far from the curse of time so far that i can see the shape of the earth take me away far from the curse so far that i can see the shape of the earth i hear the sound of the clock my time is running out take me away far from the curse of time so far that i can see the shape of the earth take me away far from the curse so far that i can see the shape of the earth
['french metal']