A few indentations,
straight and well-drawn
Indicate the abyss and its opponents
So let's draw the lines,
Sizzling in the powder,
Ignoring the signs
Of very certain lightning.
Oh, lightning.
Our parallels are narrowing,
And the plans
are teaching us
That some crossroads,
Biased,
Are worth a new path.
So let's draw the lines,
Sizzling in the powder,
Ignoring the signs Of very certain lightning.
Oh, lightning.
Follow me,
from district to district,
Ignoring the script,
Far from the roads,
Tangents,
The frontier,
Awaits us,
Under the verse,
The paths go up,
The sky settles,
In an absence, You showed me,
Your sweet slopes.
So let's draw the lines,
Sizzling in the powder,
Ignoring the signs Of very certain lightning.
Oh, lightning.
Follow me,
from district to district,
Ignoring the script,
Far from the roads, Tangents,
The frontier,
Awaits us,
Follow me, from district to district,
Ignoring the script,
Far from the roads, Tangents,
The frontier,
Awaits us,