Warmth rises, worried dead silence,
hunter wanders form room to room.
Is it haze or smoke?
We burnt the museums to feel unstoppable
We keep on losing, tell me we're not alone.
We bunrt the churches to feel unpregnable
Empty of beliefs tell me we're not alone.
Tell me we're not alone...
Crakling wood, picture frames agony.
Flowing paint, canvas falling down.
Carvings making a choice: run away or...
...surrender
We are the museums, we are unstoppable
We are the churches, we are unpregnable
from cold to warm
from creation to destruction
from life to death
back to cold

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