Complexity is not dead yetAnd we are not afraidOf being fed with your hateIts not too lateFor the remedy to our tragedy
A room without doorsA room without windowsBut full of shadowsThese shadows feel lostThese shadows revolve aroundTheir worth is just ignored
Less than ever touchedBut more than ever feltSweet sorrowsBeautiful: belovedUgly: obnoxiousThese twins belong to us
And you are luckyAnd you are gladAnd all these things have made me mad
Complexity is not dead yetAnd we are not afraidOf being fed with your hateIts not too lateFor the remedy to our tragedy
A room with doors and windowsBut without any shadowsMakes no sense at all
And you are luckyAnd you are gladAnd all these things have made me...
Complexity is not dead yetAnd we are not afraidOf being fed with your hateIts not too lateFor the remedy to our tragedy