Lacerating pains of degeneration Speed through your trembling mind Still, in machine-like strife You gain another mile The temporary elusive goal, to
Trapped in a ceaseless fever of spite An unending fit of resentment and anger Caught in a moment of unforgiveness In the snapshot of a hate filled second
Drowned in this screaming silence Embraced by shadows, they tear me The wormholes free my eyes The blood boils, it knows My thoughts burn as minds liquefy
What solace lies in the arms of fate The ill embrace of uncertainty When did I leave this in other hands To be pulled down at chance Ripped away by destiny
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Unbound to the pale and lifeless day By the multicolored, multiform A spinning anti dream unthought Exceeding the obsolete reality Overheated inner shape
Winds that shine a bright, blinding dark Kerosene flames so cold they crack Suns that blow becalmed twisters Ferocity sleeping, nothingness stacked Intestines
Squint your eyes to see clearly, blur reality to make it real Let focus go from your deceiving eyes to know what's been concealed We've all been blinded
subdued Overcome, suppressed by terror The mouth of fear overfed By dread beyond measure Pounding waves of overload Running through my every nerve Will reduced to nothingness
Stroboscopic contortion, assault Light bulb language translated into fits Codes of tendon flickers I can't grasp Focus lost as I writhe and twitch Random
[Music: Fredrik Thordendal] [Lyrics: Tomas Haake] Unbound to the pale and lifeless day by the multicolored, multiform A spinning antidream unthought
[Music: Marten Hagstrom] [Lyrics: Marten Hagstrom] Drowned in this screaming silence Embraced by shadows, they tear me The wormholes free my eyes The
Tomas Haake] Winds that shine a bright, blinding dark. Kerosene flames so cold they crack Suns that blow becalmed twisters. Ferocity sleeping. Nothingness
, suppressed by terror The mouth of fear overfed by dread beyond measure Pounding waves of overload running through my every nerve Will reduced to nothingness
[Music: Marten Hagstrom, Tomas Haake] [Lyrics: Tomas Haake] Lacerating pains of degeneration speed through your trembling mind Still, in machine-like
[Music: Fredrik Thordendal, Tomas Haake] [Lyrics: Tomas Haake] Stroboscopic contortion-assault. Light bulb language translated into fits Codes of tendon
[Music: Marten Hagstrom] [Lyrics: Tomas Haake] Trapped in a ceaseless fever of spite, an unending fit of resentment and anger Caught in a moment of
[Music: Marten Hagstrom] [Lyrics: Tomas Haake] What solace lies in the arms of fate -The ill embrace of uncertainty When did I leave this in other hands
