The Way Of All Flesh

Anything that has a shape will crumble away, disappear.

We belong to the circle, life of all creation.

We crawl and deny ourselves, refuse this evidence that we,

project our greatest fears on death and forget our power.

I want to live my life, in close touch with the sacred.

Pacify the disturbances of the mind,

I face my own death.

- Gojira

 

The Way Of All Flesh

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