Текст песни Atheist - Displacement
Atheist - Displacement слова песни
The air stirs up the galaxy!Be!!!.........The crosswinds of forever become me and place me onThe porch of the breezeWithout my sounds would be silentNo gullible gusts through the treesCarrying seasons to bring usThe atmosphere we all can enjoy and we destroyThe blur on the horizon disturbs meIt casts a disguise on the sunIn the end it`s the wind that will weakenAnd the human goes from billions to noneThe wind will regain all its motionAnd clear the air for the following to...(breathe)(spoken) The breeze of; a new creationMoving clouds, from everywhereSensing a rainy stareSmelling the moisture in the airIn the air.The weather can be deemed as deceivingTo predict the unpredictabilityThe passion that it peels for the oceanAir and water sharing laughterA bond between two forces of natureAll to live and breatheThe breeze of a new creationBreatheThe breeze of a new creation.