Fosilized in the Sky Lyrics

A dove dives and in a whistle succumbs
A bullet passes outside of time
But who is holding the gun ?
But who is holding the gun ?
sick, everything festers
caught in these brambles and thorns
embracing foul tombs , x2
you see yeah you see your name on it !!
Look at this reflection, sole paradox
One thing is above us !
I
Forget this greedy prophet
Promising black blood... Look
You cannot control yourself
You're not looking for a remedy
Their dreams are all corrupted
from their roots,
they draw they draw
the ashes of these dead bodies
From their roots,
they draw they draw
Their phantoms are still here, haunting us
they cut off their wings
and are buried with them
Their phantoms are still here , haunting us !
they cut off their wings
and are buried with them !
You Forget to forget this greedy prophet
Promising black blood... Look
You cannot control yourself

Forget this greedy prophet
Promising black blood... Look
You cannot control yourself
You're not looking for a cure
Forget this greedy prophet
Promising black blood... Look
You cannot control yourself
You're not looking for a cure