Liquid Divine - Dividing Lines

Текст песни

Intelligent rivals, the sky seems to change
There is no tomorrow, reach out for my hand
Another trip, another thrill, we’re all becoming heroes
Everything is condemned to perish in the end
A perfect circle, no weak spot, protect me if you can
No need to hope for better times, we’ll perish in the end
Melting horizon, imploding space
Signals fall silent, no matter of faith
Abonded places, insomniac freaks
Dividing lines, deny everything