Dividing Lines - Liquid Divine

Intelligent rivals, the sky seems to change

There is no tomorrow, reach out for my hand

Another trip, another thrill, we’re all becoming heroes

Everything is condemned to perish in the end

A perfect circle, no weak spot, protect me if you can

No need to hope for better times, we’ll perish in the end

Melting horizon, imploding space

Signals fall silent, no matter of faith

Abonded places, insomniac freaks

Dividing lines, deny everything