Aliasing Songtext
You were the sound
That grew beneath the rocks
You wouldn't stay for the lightning

The screaming ground
The whirling of the leafs
But you wanted to give it a go

A heathen flame
Begging for a name
You didn't care for enlightenment

The children's game
A god made out of fog
You thought you should give it a go

Torn yet unbeaten
Spoiled by a draft
Why am I being
Mourned in the dark?

The storm has left us a quivering silence
The winter will wash it all away

I feel like a child entering the world
Through the back door and I'm filled with shame

Torn yet unbeaten
Spoiled by a draft
Why am I being
Mourned in the dark?