İn Flames - Worlds Within The Margin - Sözleri

Raindrop hits the leaf 

Changing it's position slightly on the street 

Next to pools of monotonous waters 

He walks,

Slipping feet from steps at random 

He falls



In the space of between his body and the ground

comets cast off their names stellar neurones misfire



Witnesses,

Inhale the seed

and spit out a million branches



Buds abloom in all directions

From which events occur

relations, virused meetings

catch fire and explode

In the margin of butterfly wings

Entire cycles of evolution

outplayed and faded

sparked away and leaned back into

vacuum-filled nirvana



Between the two of my eyes

Feverish, fragile soul

Dance like were they on drugs

peyote labyrinth re-mapped exits

Eyes still linked

And a million life-to-comes

Will never be the same

As they never were



In the genetic energy of a moving fist

Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe



With the first movement in organic scope

Came a bouquet of alternative answers

All different multiplied and re-divided



Coded in the spinal cord of a trilobite

Written between the legs on the Meganeura

Suburban cinema and dramatic dictatorship men

Marked their way through time



In the genetic energy of a moving fist

Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe



In the genetic energy of a moving fist

Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe

				

In the genetic energy of a moving fist

Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe


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