Из альбома: The Ethereal Mirror

Fountain of youth,
lifespirit flows into a well of truths,
of cold and dim repose.
I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds,
to walk amongst the tall,
who used to look back down and frown.

Now here I stand by the wasteland,
where our dreams began.
From these once golden fields our curiosity ran...
I chased the sugar claw through temptation's door,
the bitterness I found...
sweetness I taste no more.

From the playground to the slayground,
the sombre middleground absorbs the emptiness.

Look back across the marble sea of discovery,
a fountain of innocence flows in juvenescence.

I'm resident in corridors of sentiment,
I face the wall - discovery terminal,
but there's no more false truths I wish to discover,
and I am physically unable,
to tread back down those corridors.
Fountain of youth,
oh how I bathed in your innocence,
and now in cold repose,
I must face the bitter truth...

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