Zicron V.2 Lyrics

Legends tell of crystal lakes
And of the chrome seas
Simply makes things run cold
Place you head when nights are gray
Colored skies that shade the sun
Mystery ages grows old

Prism blind but no light shines
Blacker than hells bleed
Greens the grass and blues the sky
Dreams dissolved with thoughts involved
Everything of this place
Crushed this all with a blink of an eye

Dream to a show plagued with a doubt
Ending with the start of this day
Hopelessly proud never amount
Facing to change back to gray

Watching as the skies keep rolling
And the clouds keep folding into the sea
Listen through ears not hearing
And eyes not seeing what they believe

Watching as the skies keep rolling
And the clouds keep folding into the sea
Listen through ears not hearing
And eyes not seeing what they believe