Stone-mind Bleeds futile Dreams Steel-eyes Dull all these years
Stagnation A wrecked man-child collapses into himself Just to emerge to a miserable conscious back again Stagnation...
And the songs of reason subside Their voice-distant Deep within thy depths Dead within the deep A silent dirge Buried inside a human casket
Crystallized Strike of strike Whip-tongue chastise Some strangle, some chain And other aim to burn Until every vein and bone are crystallized
In the vast green garden where Tears and trees and fears grow I can be found between the pages Where the wind of fear blows
In the bleak meadows of the past Pain and pebbles lie low There lies the answer to my daily demise
And I celebrate a decade of disease 1000 steps lead straight to ethereal bliss And millions of trails lead To this hollow-graphic hard core Soul shredding masterpiece and none Could aid and nowhere to run
Ashes To rise from the pyre Reconstruction Another lazarus engulfed by a blue fire To rebuild and from earth's wonders Rejuvenate or remain scattered ashes
Yet there comes a time When fleeting moments leave A tender mark on the skin And cut straight down your spine Maybe after all this is done And such horror-sickness will be gone I will get "myself" back to be "mine"...
And we will claim ourselves From the dying sonsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
