Mending slowly
All wounds
Effortlessly as the burden of his sunken child is lifted
But effortlessly again carried
Faintly to the stone heart of an angry son
An angry son who has done his swallowing
His memories are bitten pills
So many bitten pills
That he has collected
Like the fallen pieces of the broken ground which he now moves on
The ground is so unsettled
So endlessly unsettled
He recounted
With the weight of the sunken earth
And still he moves on
This is Earth
Earth which he has moved on and collected
Settled to his own liking
And still he moves on
A voice in the back of his head reminding him
That this is stolen
That this is not his
All these moments
These precious time spent moments in gravity
All this anxious waiting
All this time spent waiting
All this pain that you know
All this effortless moving
All this pain that you will ever know
In waking hours
Time spent in these moments
Though he is living
Silently in moments
And forgiving relevance
It is in his heart he is holding
And calling behind sadness of empty fields
It is in these moments of time well spent
In these moments of gravity
This time well spent
A look to heaven
Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky
Racing
Racing
Yelling softly
This is the moment
This is the moment
A look to heaven
Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky
This is the moment
Holding moments and forgiving relevance
It is in his heart
Calling behind sadness of empty fields
It is in these moments
Of time well spent
In these moments of gravity
Behind tired eyes
Behind tired eyes
I think he's waiting
Knowing your destiny
He calls him the angry son
This is the moment
This is the moment
This is the moment
This is the moment
Its hard to say
Running out of time
They don't know me
Its hard to say
They don't know me
This is the next last moment
I am the angry son
I am the angry son
I am the angry son
I am the angry son
This is the moment
This is the moment
I am the angry son
I am the angry son
I am the angry son
I am the angry son

Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky
This is the moment