Texty: The Absence. World Divides.

There is an aftertaste to celebrate
In the swings of my suicide
Or the lines I will draw by myself
Within the grasp, fictitious pasts and all my doubts

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light burning in your eyes
So where will all of you be
When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides?

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light burning in your eyes
So where will you be
When the killing fields are cleared and this world divides?
World divides

The loss of love becomes unbearable
And a vanishing point becomes intact
So when a six foot drop is my best
I will expect nothing less than a soldier's death

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light burning in your eyes
So where will all of you be
When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides?

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light burning in your eyes
So where will you be
When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides?

There is an aftertaste to celebrate
In the swings of suicide or the lines I've drawn
At last for redemption and finally for my forgiveness
In the end this bitterness bends, simply encased in my withered hands

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light burning in your eyes
So where will all of you be
When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides?

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light burning in your eyes
So where will you be
When the killing fields are cleared and this world divides?
World divides