Anathema Leave No Trace
Born to the glare of the senses passive contentment you are so easily amused spoon the reality infused a new inherent Here and now we are gone in a happy a dream in the passage your time this world isn't waiting chances are fading the moment is passing you by the fools are fooled once again Questions lie beneath the surface A concience and gladly cast it to the wind we stole our existence are gone in a happy passage your time Here and now we a dream in the chances are fading this world isn't waiting the moment is passing you by
