Disparition - Fader
текст песни

This system is designed to divide us.
The lines we draw on paper are the seeds of walls.
We commit ourselves to our opposing lies.
We each have iron hands on our shoulders.

Are you in disguise?
Are you in your disguise?
Have you crossed over?

Were these hands designed to hold or break each other?
Will we wait until our lies become homes?
How do we wash these lines away when we
live in a system of signs and reflections?

Do we tear up our paperwork,
and renounce our blood?
Convince the lands and waters
to forget their names..

Are you here?
Are you here?
Are you among us?

You who've looked in always
from the outside
seep in through the small and growing
space in the broken ground