Steps thrown beyond time
Back or forth
A harvest of experience
Sharp or dull
Emotions ready to sin
Are senses sure of themselves
If I'm wrong
Correct me
It's a vicious circle
When blood reaches the brain
Things start to move
An undecided reflex
The birth of a perfect end
Through the storm
With the moving earth
Under an avalanche
Keep walking
If I'm wrong
Correct me
A look at every taken step
Light or heavy
The ability to say
It's good enough
Now or later
Through the storm
With the moving earth
Under an avalanche
Keep walking
Looks: ready to live
Are feet sure to walk
