Текст Northlane – Colourwave

I am what I create

Lashed by tongues of electric fire
Shimmering rivers crystalline
Run though frozen glimpses in time

In my darkest days
I only saw the shades of grey
In a world that drips in colour

Droplets of life form in freefall in covalescenece
They hammer into the soil
Carving new streams of essence, through turmoil

I am just as fluid, as immortal and lucid
As the Earth that morphs, in the violence of a thunderstorm

My life is what I make of my trials and mistakes
My life is what I make, I am what I create

I am what I create
I am what I create
I am what I create

In my darkest days
I only saw the shades of grey
In a world that drips in colour