Sanoja: Haste. Meridian Summer.

Saved by reputation of a boyhood
spent with something missing inside
Deny this as a reason,
a liberation and the ill effects

Write it down in a book of lost hopes
but on this page is me
running through setting fire to everything

Passed on a set of values
bastardized by anger
repressed and pushed aside
Pushed aside a generation
This demon seed has become a family trait

Write it down in a book of lost hopes
but on this page is me
running through setting fire to everything

It has been said before
face the cold that times your pulse
North, directionally outright
straightforward
Restitution passing through once more
Hope your new life is what you wished for

Victimized with restraint
passive is bitter to the taste

It has been said before
face the cold that times your pulse
North, directionally outright
straightforward
Restitution passing through once more
Hope your new life is what you wished for