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ALGOR MORTIS LYRICS
"New Age Rupture" (2003 Demo)
1. Eden Shell
2. Too Many, Too Few
3. Dreams Falling
4. The Spoken
5. Pseudomorph
1. Eden Shell
Eden Shell
"Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell"
- John Milton
Let me into
The world outside
Let me endure
The shame I found
Stillborn and blind
With none to blame
The angels sigh
So it has to ends
I let it hammer my body into bitter bliss
Dismissed is the gist once meant to persist
The shell is safe
But air is poison inside
With none to understand
Locked to abandoned ground
Ruptured my heart
To vent my pain
It reeks of blight
So it has to end
I let it hammer my body into bitter bliss
Dismissed is the gist once meant to persist
In the fist of the mist where I‘m bound to exist
My name is still fixed to the top of the list
Anger...
The tome of naught
As to live is to survive
God is liquid
God is smoke
And God is all around
A simple body thus torn to life
A simple agony to feel as I writhe
A simple ending to know as I die...
Stay away...
Stray away...
Rupture is the Cult of the anguished
Rupture is the Cult of the vain
Rupture is the Cult of the lustrous
Rupture is the Cult of the brain
Rupture is the Cult of the beaten
Rupture is the Cult to align
Rupture is the Cult of the sentence
Rupture is the Cult to confine
Anger...
The tome of naught
As to live is to survive
God is liquid
God is smoke
And God is all around
2. Too Many, Too Few
Too Many, Too Few
"To die hating them, that was freedom"
- George Orwell
Hey enemy
Hey misery
What‘s it like
Talking to me?
Another faceless body
Smashed into the concrete
Dilapidated tint of the whole
Resume, renew the plenty reminiscent
Of a sacred, voided, aging goal
Keep this face in mind (I went too far)
Keep the stain in line (way too far)
A line that the mind of the hopeless deaf will know
It‘s me against all of you
You‘re too many I‘m too few
From rapture to the rupture
Indulged in the futuristic tumor show
Set, draw, create, elate, terminate
From the dust and then the snow
Set to freeze then set to thaw
Set to live inside a flaw
An illuminating gesture to the lame
It‘s mine
So vile
The past seems wasted
See my boiling hatred of this life
How you want to disown me
How you‘re aching to be free of this
How you want to disown me
How you‘re aching to be free of this
How you want to disown me
How you‘re craving to be free
If this means so much then
Just stand up on your feet and kill me
Now I‘m strong I‘m back in the lead
And the herd is mine to control
Painless, fearless
All hell is to gain
Genocide takes my soul
This time around I‘m the one with the gun
This time around I‘m the one with the gun
This time around I‘m the one with the gun
(haha)
This time around I‘m the one with the gun
This time around I‘m the one with the gun
This time around I‘m the one with the gun
So run...
3. Dreams Falling
Dreams Falling
"Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony"
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As I walk your fabled footprints
Seeing the shadows you leave behind
Ambers marking the vile detachment
Shining in the morning light
Your dreams’ tortured dreams resound
In fear of the place where they are bound
Your placid eyes remain a pool
A pond of wonder so pure
Dreams are falling, falling with strength
Falling to the ashes care
Dreams of violence tainted silence
Spraying wildly in the air
Batter me
Batter me
Still my instincts are sound
Batter me
Batter me
Driving my hands to the ground
How I long the light
How I long to kill
How I’d taste your blood
If only I could feel
Dreams are falling, falling with strength
Falling to the ashes care
Dreams of violence tainted silence
Spraying wildly in the air
Your dreams’ tortured dreams resound
In fear of the place where they are bound
Your placid eyes remain a pool
A pond of wonder so pure
Dreams are falling torn of mercy
Thriving on my voided drive
Screaming in my sleep I’m sobered
Morning comes but knows not why
4. The Spoken
The Spoken
"Seldom does the devil lay dead by the gate"
- The Wakefield Master
Harbor the obscure
And grant it a name
No hope to undo
No hope to repair
The spoken words repeating
Loud and oscillating
Ramifying bliss into my head
Left to kill
Set to die
Left in vain in the dark to try
Blistered from deafness
From taming the lame
Speaking of fortunes
They can never gain
But try...
The spoken words repeating
Loud and oscillating
Ramifying bliss into my head
Left to kill
Set to die
Left in vain in the dark to try
5. Pseudomorph
I know your face
I‘ve seen you here before
Again you came
So now I have to go
Became bounded
Now that it‘s becoming
Something more
Your disease
Is my affection
Cruel passion out of my control
I want to thank you for the faces you have given me
Though my bane I wore them with pride
The chalice of my broken soul is mended
No need for them I‘ll leave them behind
The bliss machine is set into motion
Pull the handle rotate the dial
I create you I can break you
You are me so say your goodbye
I am the enemy now
You are the end of my dreams
I play the pseudomorph
Because you‘re just like me
The dismal place
I came to call my home
Now it‘s all yours
I have nowhere to go
It‘s all over
The pieces are scattered
On the floor
Your disease
Is my affection
Cruel passion of my broken soul
In a vain endeavor to now or never
Forge a man out of myself I will try
To free my thoughts of all this commotion
And let the turmoil pacify
The bliss machine has fallen out of order
No use playing with the dial
Though omnipresent in all estimation
You are me so say your goodbye
I am the enemy now
You are the end of my dreams
I play the pseudomorph
Because you‘re just like me
I am the enemy now
You are the end of my dreams
I play the simple whore
Because you‘re just like me
Just one of me...
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