Anathema - Temporary Peace

Temporary Peace

Leave No Trace
Born to the glare of the senses
spoon the reality infused a new inherent
passi have contentment
you are so easily amused
Here and now we
are gone in a happy
a dream in the
passage your time
chances are fading
this world isnt waiting
the moment is passing
you by
Questions lie beneath the surface
the fools are fooled once again
A concience
we stole our existence
and gladly cast it to the wind
Here and now we
are gone in a happy
a dream in the
passage your time
chances are fading
this world isnt waiting
the moment is passing
you by