CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Great Mt. Ida

[Zach Quinn]
I am a higher order
Peer below, the symptom stayed

Beneath the threshold of the radar
Quietly growing, undisplayed

Boiling, but never boiling over
With the grace of an unattended child

[Zach Quinn]
Along the flanks of great Mt. Ida
Finger painting crimson stills

Of domes constructed by the centaurs
Drawn like moths to light, weak-willed

Boiling but never boiling over
I hear them giggling but I'm blind to the facade
Summit beckons, calling, condescending
I sigh with the force of the fists of a god

[Zach Quinn]
Shame, shame
[Zach Quinn]
When the sun implodes
'Twil cauterize our bo-bos
Restored to ash
Breeze sweeps away our egos
Through time we'll gently drift
Scattered in this labyrinth
What we've held in our hands
Gone with us , eternally absent
Free!
Take me!