Fates Warning Static Acts Lyrics
sponsored linksAir currents grind, monotony.
Image defined, static scene.
Adherents bent opinionless.
Following scent of commoness.
Fit the latest rage.
Whatever stains the page.
Then fears allayed,
Of lonely shade.
Wheels - they grind... industry.
Insipid finds, out of key.
Opinions bent toward standard waves,
Bleaching out divergent shades.
When selves descried.
Dictated by minds closed tight,
And walls that shut out light,
And, so, we have static acts.
Written by: Aresti
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