Instrumente
Ensemblen
Oper
Komponisten
Performers

Songtexte: Ensign. Direction Of Things To Come. Furthest From The Middle.


Hold me down, force me further and further away
Make me focus, all of my strength on bringing this down
This power structure, this symbol of hate and deceit
Lies based on lies nothing more, it's all I've ever known
From day one taught to exist, for selfish gain,
For selfish reasons
I have to find a way
To escape the spiral system
That pulls us down
To destroy all that I was told was real
I have to find a way
Furthest from the middle
Push me back when I take my first step to the light
Ignore the questions that I have, just to keep me blind
Blind from the truth that you lied, you always lied
But now I'll rise to take control from you
Your time is through
And now the darkness starts to clear
I have to find a way
To escape the spiral system
That pulls us down
To destroy all that I was told was real
I have to find a way
Furthest from the middle
Deception, the easiest way to keep me from asking why
Kept on my knees for so long, hands tied behind my back
Covered by the safety of remaining ignorant
but something made me, you made me
You made me, you made me take these steps away
You made me, you made me, you made me take
These steps away from you