Kacper Radzki

Gears  In the shadows they are lurking  Only light them might reveal Weaving Plotting Us they mocking Shady gears  Shady gears Not afraid of more than thousands Millions only make them laugh Sculptures with no faces  Madness Carved wrath Carved wrath Only chances we are given In the wood the letters they contain Waste no minutes  Hours  Days Grab your blades Grab your blades After midnight while you dreaming Now it's us who marches through Under floodlights and your windows Stars and moons  Past the goons Shadows-like  Bound to truth  Marching through Marching through

Valiant Long are gone the times When you were running wild Grasping the air Catching the fire In your lungs Climbing the trees Never willing to accept The possibility of ever touching the grounds Knowing that every fall would leave a scar Yet thriving, hardly catching the breath Accepting the ocean of mind Without asking Now you're witted with words and rhymes' of generations Yet, what good is the knowledge of pilgrims If it dies alone, forgotten

Cave There's rain that's falling down And we all are gathered here tonight Sharing laughs, sharing truths Sharing more than air we breathe Tangled in the moment With eyes sharpened at each other Fear us not, the one who visits us inside We are not to be feared of We are not the beasts you have left behind