Paroles: Wintersleep. New Inheritors.

New inheritors of Earth
You overestimate your worth
Reverberations of a reverie
The false certificate of birth

No vaccination for your curse
Maybe the drugs don't work
The watercolors of your memory
Soft salutations to the murk

A sentimental wind
You are not permanent
Maybe you don't win
Maybe you don't win

Calling, it's calling, will you let it in?
Maybe your worries are all in your head
Time is a knife blade engraved in your chest
Maybe you won't be convinced of it

New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth
New inheritors of Earth