Self Torture - Keep Walking lyrics

steps thrown beyond time back or forth a harvest of experience sharp or dull emotions ready to sin are senses sure of themselves if I'm wrong correct me it's a vicious circle when blood reaches the brain things start to move an undecided reflex the birth of a perfect end through the storm with the moving earth under an avalanche keep walking if I'm wrong correct me a look at every taken step light or heavy the ability to say it's good enough now or later through the storm with the moving earth under an avalanche keep walking looks: ready to live are feet sure to walk