Текст песни Oxymoron - Target

Fragments in full
Echoes crammed with loss of words
They attain what's fickle
Confined freedom in tranquil despair.
The crystallized absence
It banishes my inclusion
Speculation
They shatter what's already fixed
Free of pretensions,
I gag the words
Creating symmetries
Extrinsic fainting
Limited routines
They refuse what fell silent
Electrifying the infiltration
Of an oxymoron