Peace in My Hands

Flowers are fed by the guilty sun
Guilty for keeping the life command
Winds groa to storms, storme bear further sons
Thia is my breed… thia is my cycle of need
If you pay for me — I cannot be
Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands
Nothing but a smalltalk with my death
Nothing but the pioneer who climbs the highest mountain to fall
And the course of the stream
Makes us to madman we’ve been
Awakes the psychopats who rests
To watch the suffering process
You have not pleaded for me — now I’ll be
Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands
Nothing but a smalltalk with my death
Nothing but a pioneer who climbs the highest mountain just to fall…