“VERSE1”
Arrow, now it has to change it’s destiny
The archer sent it to hit the bird
The purpose of it’s existence, is a creation myths
“CHORUS”
They searched the ground and
Found nothing
They opened the graves, there were no even bones
Of Freedom
“VOICE AMD DRUMS”
Every ones dream, is to drift like a bird
But most choose the way of the hunters over the truth
If for one moment You become that arrow
You probably start praying
“Verse2”
Enormous formulas and Radio waves
Archer used it to take poor creatures names
Beast is trying to release itself but pressure pulls it back
Unlimited choices may lead to confusion
Powerful impulses are attacking it’s thoughts
Sphere of influence changes the direction of the wind
Skies are opening, lighting strikes
It comes slowly, closer and closer
“CHORUS”
We searched the ground and
Found nothing
We opened the graves, there were no signs
Of Freedom
“BRIDGE - RAP”
After the blow the hunter was shoked
There were two birds they were the same
If I was an artist which is drawing this picture
I would Probably Draw it the same way
“Verse3”
Curves abserve into the canvas
Separating each object from it’s color
Leaving emotions and pure senses
Art is a change to a perspective
that turns the theory into logic
rewinding the archer back to the curves
isolating the purpose
“Ending”
No distance for music