Blinded by an ideal. Dancing to the sound, of distant bombs
Those days were so unreal
I realized when I could not feel your heart, beating anymore
A divided line. The day you said you were mine
No cyanide. Nor bullet
Could ever separate us. This time
2006 • The Consequence
2006 • The Consequence
2006 • The Consequence
2006 • The Consequence
2006 • The Consequence
2006 • The Consequence
2006 • The Consequence
2006 • The Consequence
2010 • Paradigm Shift
2010 • Paradigm Shift
2010 • Paradigm Shift
2010 • Paradigm Shift