Cynic - Aurora

Dangers on the road
I'll scrutinize the four directions
One by one
And when I stop to rest
I'll turn my head
And look behind
My back along the path

A sorrowful parting
The karmic traces rise like weeds
Beat my body, bruise my soul
But I guess I'll have to face it
Roll up my sleeves and take it
No mind here to erase it
Aurora

Crowded little room
You could have the sky
But the inner paints the outer world
And you're cozy in your tomb

Fatigue a locomotion
Adversities a strong potion
The demons come to pollinate
But I guess I'll have to face it
Roll up my sleeves and take it
No walls here to contain it
Aurora
Aurora

I guess I'll have to face it
Open my arms, embrace it
My liberty is patient
I'll step right in and face it
Open my heart, embrace it
No walls here to contain it
I guess I'll have to face it
Roll up my sleeves and take it
No mind here to erase it
Aurora
Aurora
Aurora