Paroles de Redemption

Falling across forgotten landscapes
Transcending all time and space
Well i've read from this book before but through different lips
Turned by different fingertips
I never learn the lesson until i learn the lesson too late i fold and i start again
Rise up and over and collapsing in
My soul is recyclable
Dying and rotting away
To wake up and start a brand new day
Like a bottle brought back then thrown away
My soul's in the process in the cycle of change
My soul is recyclable
I've learned these lessons before but i'll be damned
I have forgotten them
I've read from this book before