Текст The Parallel – Encrypt (Ion)

A punishment from the gods
Sisyphean tasks repeating
I’ll try again
I’ll try again, try again

Breathe in the stars
Exhale the worthless effort
I live to die
Another day, another day

Feel the solace
The structure is made up of lacklustre parts
They glisten and speak words that stem from the heart
Foundations will crumble, crumble
Repetitive motion, repetitive art
The ending nears, but it’s the start that’s infinite

Release me, the constant
I’m formed from the stars
Your words cannot break me
I’ve been here from the start
I’ve been here from the start

Violet colours patch the sky
And tell us stories by
The way they shape the clouds
The way we leave our thoughts inside
And I will not pretend
To shift, grow or comprehend
The things I’ll never know
The things I’ll never know

Feel the solace
The structure is made up of lacklustre parts
They glisten and speak words that stem from the heart

Vicious cycles repeat