Ancst - Peripheral
текст песни

where's the cure for such unpleasant dreams of decline
as we admire the vultures of demise
there's no chance to express these moments of disapproval
we've commited ourselves to this catalyst
and whilst the daggers are drawn i'm nothing more than i used to be
what have we become, dear friend
this chosen path is just another profane decision
another useless scratch
surfacing reality needs to be an inner revolution
no matter how many nights we've wasted dreaming of a better tomorrow
turn them into something real
to make a change

Expl:
Sometimes people change. The same way their ideas are changing.
Who are we to judge, if there's so much more to change about ourselves?