This Is the Time (Ballast)

When did we become these sinking stones?
When did we build this broken home?
Holding each other like ransom notes
Dropping our hearts to grip our brother's throats

Anchored in anger, we exile ourselves
Bitter blood builds our prison cell
Darker water now fills our lungs
The depths of our heart have blacked the sun

You can't see because you don't know
You're caught below, beneath your own shadow
Stuck inside, half alive
Do you ever stop to ask yourself why?
Close your mind, identify
Do you feel, do you feel?
Do you call this a life?
All you waited for
Drowning just to keep score

We always start with good intentions
But lose ourselves along the way
This is the time that we let it go
These are the words that will take us home
Singing the song that's inside us all
If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind

Nothing More - This Is the Time (Ballast)
 

God bless the day when I heard this magnificent song...
I could never have imagined that returning home would be so incredible and bright, so sublime.
It feels like I had returned to a majestic ancient temple, and all I have to do is to fall on my knees and pray.
The strongest energy flow, exposed and vivid emotions - it just tear me apart. No, seriously, this song just left me speachless. It seems to me that my heart has turned into a dying star, which is about to explode and spill out with the rain of shattered feelings.
And deep inside I really missed the infinite depth and devastating tragedy of heavy music. After all, more than anything in the world I love when my heart is bleeding to these sounds...