Fog Testo

Testo Fog

Will the fog carry the shadows?
Of the martyrs you cannot see
Will the tree cover the woods?
Of the blind hole you chose to live in

I fight fire with fire
Unlike those lines
You hid away.
So futile, so empty
Divide and conquer.

I’ve seen the giants fall
One by one down to the soil
The allegiance once pledged
Turns into stone.
(Falling from grace)

Avoiding dialogue
Exchanging thoughts
Putrid sanctity
A pedantic view

Make it shine again
As it was before
Your confronted enemy
Is mirrored to you.

I fight fire with fire
Unlike those lines
You hid away.
So futile, so empty
Divide and conquer.