The Caricature versuri

Versuri Saasta – The Caricature lyrics

We are caricatures of our ancestors
Destined to repeat the same mistakes
As if our minds had fled the past
And been born into the present

No authority save the intimate friend
Every stranger is betrayed
And its chariot becomes outworn for the rider

The slammer dims, dims to life with every dawn
The crumbled clouds plummet upon us
And our skeleton hands sculpt gods out of mud

And when we look at ourselves
We behold our powerlessness
In the face of every nation
By mistake we are born
By mistake we shall perish

Every truth is as a fallen warrior
No wind is sufficient to curtail
Our sense of direction
We are imperfectly created

The slammer dims, dims to life with every daw.
The crumbled clouds plummet upon us
And our skeleton hands sculpt gods out of mud

The slammer dims, dims to life with every dawn
The crumbled clouds plummet upon us
And our skeleton hands sculpt gods out of mud

We drink seven seas like a drop and ask: „Is there more?”
We make a bonfire of the world and it burns brighter than our cries