| Song | The Quantum Symphony |
| Artist | Unexpect |
| Album | Fables of the Sleepless Empire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It has come to this… | |
| We've been looking for the savior for thousands of years, | |
| but became blind on the way | |
| And the Blinds are dreaming of the color of their soul | |
| For a daughter jumping off a bridge... | |
| For a man screaming in the rain... | |
| For a girl crying... | |
| We live and die spinning in a wheel | |
| Now look me in the eyes and tell me you never felt there has to be more to this life | |
| Tell me we're only flesh rotting in an ocean of time | |
| We live and die spinning in a wheel, without ever knowing who we are | |
| The magicians are out of breath | |
| 52 years of tricks and lies | |
| Hiding the monuments of mars | |
| With a bunny in a hat | |
| We've never been alone | |
| Alone... as just one nest, in just one tree | |
| Truth lies further from the sun | |
| Underneath Cydonia's sands | |
| Let go of your paradigm | |
| For a father passing to his son | |
| For a priest talking to a man | |
| For a man talking to a grave | |
| We are the strings of the quantum symphony | |
| The uninvited came in masses | |
| Amongst ghosts we sleep | |
| ...but what makes that we'll never be like them | |
| Is the fact that we have these emotions | |
| The fact that we can stand strong in front of Divinities, in tears and fists, and defy Them | |
| shouting: | |
| You'll never take our wings | |
| ... because WE, mortals, have nothing in this | |
| world... but our love | |
| May you see the face of the truth | |
| Find your way to the 4th door | |
| to the monuments of mars | |
| Above the suspicious stare of the moon | |
| These lights are dancing in the sky.... | |
| Singing tales of the dark rift | |
| Explaining colors to the blinds | |
| The grander scheme of our own past | |
| Another day to spin again |
| It has come to this | |
| We' ve been looking for the savior for thousands of years, | |
| but became blind on the way | |
| And the Blinds are dreaming of the color of their soul | |
| For a daughter jumping off a bridge... | |
| For a man screaming in the rain... | |
| For a girl crying... | |
| We live and die spinning in a wheel | |
| Now look me in the eyes and tell me you never felt there has to be more to this life | |
| Tell me we' re only flesh rotting in an ocean of time | |
| We live and die spinning in a wheel, without ever knowing who we are | |
| The magicians are out of breath | |
| 52 years of tricks and lies | |
| Hiding the monuments of mars | |
| With a bunny in a hat | |
| We' ve never been alone | |
| Alone... as just one nest, in just one tree | |
| Truth lies further from the sun | |
| Underneath Cydonia' s sands | |
| Let go of your paradigm | |
| For a father passing to his son | |
| For a priest talking to a man | |
| For a man talking to a grave | |
| We are the strings of the quantum symphony | |
| The uninvited came in masses | |
| Amongst ghosts we sleep | |
| ... but what makes that we' ll never be like them | |
| Is the fact that we have these emotions | |
| The fact that we can stand strong in front of Divinities, in tears and fists, and defy Them | |
| shouting: | |
| You' ll never take our wings | |
| ... because WE, mortals, have nothing in this | |
| world... but our love | |
| May you see the face of the truth | |
| Find your way to the 4th door | |
| to the monuments of mars | |
| Above the suspicious stare of the moon | |
| These lights are dancing in the sky.... | |
| Singing tales of the dark rift | |
| Explaining colors to the blinds | |
| The grander scheme of our own past | |
| Another day to spin again |
| It has come to this | |
| We' ve been looking for the savior for thousands of years, | |
| but became blind on the way | |
| And the Blinds are dreaming of the color of their soul | |
| For a daughter jumping off a bridge... | |
| For a man screaming in the rain... | |
| For a girl crying... | |
| We live and die spinning in a wheel | |
| Now look me in the eyes and tell me you never felt there has to be more to this life | |
| Tell me we' re only flesh rotting in an ocean of time | |
| We live and die spinning in a wheel, without ever knowing who we are | |
| The magicians are out of breath | |
| 52 years of tricks and lies | |
| Hiding the monuments of mars | |
| With a bunny in a hat | |
| We' ve never been alone | |
| Alone... as just one nest, in just one tree | |
| Truth lies further from the sun | |
| Underneath Cydonia' s sands | |
| Let go of your paradigm | |
| For a father passing to his son | |
| For a priest talking to a man | |
| For a man talking to a grave | |
| We are the strings of the quantum symphony | |
| The uninvited came in masses | |
| Amongst ghosts we sleep | |
| ... but what makes that we' ll never be like them | |
| Is the fact that we have these emotions | |
| The fact that we can stand strong in front of Divinities, in tears and fists, and defy Them | |
| shouting: | |
| You' ll never take our wings | |
| ... because WE, mortals, have nothing in this | |
| world... but our love | |
| May you see the face of the truth | |
| Find your way to the 4th door | |
| to the monuments of mars | |
| Above the suspicious stare of the moon | |
| These lights are dancing in the sky.... | |
| Singing tales of the dark rift | |
| Explaining colors to the blinds | |
| The grander scheme of our own past | |
| Another day to spin again |