Industry

Even if the dark wouldn't guide me I will be looking for proof in the soil Shadows are black, their choruses, they turn In the evening light They washed away the evidence In the river joy Nothing is left of it Just the pain of guilty eyes And I follow, follow them down I remember the time When the dark felts were high We were trampling lines Looking up at the sky Where is the future We long for in life Miss you from the bottom of my heart And as the light of day moves faster I feel, The loss of- They washed away the evidence In the river joy Nothing is left of it Just the pain of guilty eyes And I follow, follow them down I remember the time When the dark felts were high We were trampling lines Looking up at the sky When we cease to exist When we pardon our blessed When we lie asleep No pain or gods