Same sound as prologue. Conclusion of Knife philosophy. We need dissipation…
lyrics
Forgotten primaries, and not think about end,
Refute you, many laugh,
Who basics on sand paints. Melt
Snows, in silent waiting
Of regular new creator.
He can came, he can find disillusionment,
He was rooten to road of wisdom words and he didn't understand
Born lonely importance,
Inherent for masterpiece and slender dreams.
Boundless plains not give
Chance to awkward coasts be free -
Flow yield to awkward effort.
In escape, you meet uncertainty and yourself.
If you disappeare in self-abyss, find for yourself
Stories, much forgotten.
But you meet this infinity in waiting for end
Of events, last for centuries.
Everyone can guess final,
Forgot sides of world and empty names.
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