[Intro] (Music: Lonely, dirty bass. Sounds of water dripping, echo. Vocals are extremely close to the ear, whispering) It’s too damp at the water’s border… And this shore is alien, vast and deep. Washing footprints away in exact order, As I wake from a century-old sleep. Who am I? Particle of old seas? Or a design… pure and from high above?.. [Verse 1] (Music: Slow, heavy trip-hop beat enters. The voice gains power) How I want to be further from apes and mutations, To be only myself, have a soul that won't die! But can this poor parody, full of frustrations, Match the image of God, crawling out where it’s dry? [Pre-Chorus] (Music: Beat accelerates, tense string/synth scratch is added. Emotion builds up) I am tearing the animal skin, But beneath — there is no shining light. Not an angel that’s hidden within, Not a beast — well, it doesn't feel right. Right between the new earth and the sky There is hanging a piercing cry… [Chorus] (Music: Soft, swaying rhythm. Electric piano sounds like falling drops. The voice is smooth, beautiful, but almost weightless and cold) We are just drifting between sea and shore, Leaving our dreams by the water so cold. No one will save helpless souls anymore, Time sweeps away all the tracks we once hold. Our loud cry will dissolve in the peace, Where the lights of the past centuries fade. We are light dust on the road that won't cease, Sleeping in chains that the strange clouds have made. [Verse 2] (Music: The beat drops sharply, only a pulse remains. Dark, accusing tone) Every day we commit such atrocious, dark things, Making claims of the good, crossing chests as we go. Seeking God in our hearts while our vice tightly clings, We can't hide eternal sins with fingers we show. [Pre-Chorus] (Music: Beat accelerates, tense string/synth scratch is added. Emotion builds up) I am tearing the animal skin, But beneath — there is no shining light. Not an angel that’s hidden within, Not a beast — well, it doesn't feel right. Right between the new earth and the sky There is hanging a piercing cry… [Chorus] (Music: Soft, swaying rhythm. Electric piano sounds like falling drops. The voice is smooth, beautiful, but almost weightless and cold) We are just drifting between sea and shore, Leaving our dreams by the water so cold. No one will save helpless souls anymore, Time sweeps away all the tracks we once hold. Our loud cry will dissolve in the peace, Where the lights of the past centuries fade. We are light dust on the road that won't cease, Sleeping in chains that the strange clouds have made. [Verse 3] Hard to become a god, harder to stay a human. And how humiliating, feeling like mold. With our devastatingly short lives consuming, The entire endless space feels too tight to behold. [Bridge] (Music: Complete silence (drop). Only muffled heartbeats and a crying cello. Maximum vulnerability) In front of the mirror… naked... In veins — there is mud, thoughts — so high. And praying that we’re not corrupted, Thankful for a short life passing by. Seven deadly sins — like seven black marks… You hear everything, see through the dark: Let the birds escape from cages of steel! Don't let us rot in the fields… [Outro] (Music: Beat returns but slowly fades out into a cosmic hum. Voice goes into echo) …Crawling out where it’s dry. Have a soul that won't die. Mold? Or image divine? Cosmos gives no sign. Closing my eyes tight… And what is inside … Maybe... Still ...Light. (Sound of a fading pulse)
