Echoes от Live at La Gaîté Lyrique: Paris

Empty men without regrets Leaning against each others shoulders Open spaces fill the gap Where reason reigned and fell And I see vapour coming out Of every crack in the framework Caught in a vortex between false Perceptions and reality Forever Dead frequencies kill the intellect And truths that only raindrops see Frail bodies out in the periphery Walk like ghosts across the screen It begins again