"(...) At this time we're rollin' underneath a darkest sky, and we can't see any stars across the glass. I guess, all we can see are wet drops of what it could be tears..The curtain hides the foretimes, and from the inside, time is not allowed to continue. It can't manage our lives.
I guess we're free now, together for one purpose. We are up to take it. Bring us the cold, so we can face it!
(...) Freeze the moon, we can ligh our own breathin'. Stop the engines, and we'll carry ourselves through the way. We shouldn't waste this feelin'. We need to grab this chance of freedom...
Please bring us the cold, so we can face it!(...)
Breath, Feel, Scream, Dream.
Believe the world could set us free
Breath, Feel, Scream, Dream.
Believe the time, our time is real!
(...)"
in " memories of snow trippin' "
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