Isle Of No-Man

(albüm: Re-Incentive - 2020)

Behold, all of man end in everydayness
In order to measure up to perfection
Tick tock, tick tock
The clock goes on
How about spontaneous combustion?

How about whatever makes your world go round
To find the way to your savior
Choice is truth or lie
Virtue or sin
Depression or liberation

But not for you (not for you, not for you)

Non-existent is the road paved in front of you
That lightened path towards upheaval
Just a shadow cast from the solitary tree
On the Isle of No-Man

Beloved be the light
But all ways lead towards the dark
I forgive you for going astray
Life is death inhaling now
And death seems life-defining somehow

So let's just go home

Beloved be the light
But all ways lead towards the dark
I forgive you for going astray
Life is death inhaling now
And death seems life-defining somehow

So let's just go home
Let's just go home
Let's just go home
Let's just go home