מילים לשיר Air – Atheist

The air stirs up the galaxy
The crosswinds of forever become me
Be!.
Without my sounds would be silent
And place me on the porch of the breeze
Carrying seasons to bring us
No gullible gust through the trees The atmosphere we all can enjoy and we destroy
The blur on the horizon disturbs me
It casts a disguise on the sun
In the end it's the wind that will weaken
And the human goes from billions to none
The wind will regain all its motion
(spoken) the breeze of, a new generation
And clear the air for the following to .(breathe)
Moving clouds, from everywhere
Sensing a rainy stare
Smelling the moisture in the air In the air.
The weather can be deemed as deceiving
The passion that it feels for the ocean
Air and water sharing laughter
To predict the unpredictability
A bond between two forges of nature
All to live and breathe
The breeze of a new generation
The breeze of a new generationBreathe.