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AMORAL LYRICS
"Wound Creations" (2004)
1. The Verge
2. Atrocity Evolution
3. Silent Renewal
4. Solvent
5. The Last Round
6. Other Flesh
7. Distract
8. Nothing Daunted (Gallows Pole Rock n' Roll)
9. Languor Passage
1. The Verge
Limitations in manners nailed deep within
Spreading as internal flood
This peak of knowledge and its corrosion
Has turned the survivors into their own victims
Constant progress in escaping alive
Is degradation of regret
By the time they would deviate
A state seen as an ill vision has become the essence
Discarding the future, discarding senses
Raising barriers in front of what's gone
Beyond a mental cliff lies the chance to be
By their own feet they'll fall
Every stride of a thought counts another clinch
Coming altered, not replaced
Harsh will be the sight at the center of atrocity
Where the edge eroded a long time ago
It's hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished
The need to drop the flaws of nature
Hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished
Cause of them vanquished
Dispose of the bleak trace
Prostration of humanity
Dispose of the trace
Fatal conduct the bait they're chasing
The eye of evolution strangling the blind
Incapable to discern themselves
Uncontrollable creation to reproduce in reach
It's hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished
The need to drop the flaws of nature
Flaws of our nature
2. Atrocity Evolution
3. Silent Renewal
Far in the pale horizon
Burning shadows still hanging
Remnants from the past
The sun may not rise anymore
Standing I greet the new twilight
The end as well as the beginning
A change for corruption and death
Progression made backwards - extinction
A change for silent rebirth
The balance between autumn and spring
Not the rising new order
Like the tide sweeping the old away
Silent renewal
There's no need to push the limits
Only to keep awaiting for the change
A crime committed by the world
The secret of old without words
Seasons turning absurd
But choked voice cannot be heard
Not hte rising new order
Like the tide sweeping the old away
Silent renewal
4. Solvent
Abuse of intoxicant emotions
Owing all that you have to the bold
Play with the knife, play with the solvent
Tear open the scars and revoke the will
Empty slots filling your body
For vacancy to be shed on others
Separating the faults from the reason
Isolating your life from your mission
How far to follow the thread
Where you are - follow the thought you shun
You are all when they have nothing
And still wandering inside the trap
Play with the hatch, play with the solvent
From final destination onwards again
Unable to distinguish the writings
Because of standing too close to the wall
By finding your head from the corner
You would only prove your word
How far to follow the thread
Where you are - follow the thought you shun
How far to thread by the stream
Stray now - tie off the dead veins
Wound fate leaves you wound creations
Searching for life in ways many would question
Blindly stabbing your back for your ailing needs
Prey upon self
5. The Last Round
When you tricked them into your condemned dream
You didn't know who would have control
Where it took seconds to shape fortunes
Your pains it weighed down hell
Spilling blood to cleanse the memories
That you know made you so frail
Empty eyes look through the barrel, sweating fingers on the gun
One push off the threshold to target sympathies
Just a broken statue and the world remains unchanged
So close and still no place where anything would end
Trapped between blooded walls
And the fight was there today
Fists breaking against the concrete
None to forgive no strength to run
How could it be how would it end?
When you wake up you wish them to cry
Fragments of this being fragments of its meaning to burn away
Suffocating in the grasp of this hate
Driven to fire your last round
Escape from the air and drown under the earth
Dead mirror by the wayside, nowhere to turn
An empty shell buried to the ground
Prepare yourself to forfait
Another saviour just another failure
Where bleak winds grind the surface
Fear and regret stain dim recollections
An act of rash solutions
Last one there, the broken statue
Built with hands that are bleeding
Empty eyes look through the shattered image
And their pain it weighs down hell
Spilling blood to cleanse the memories
That you know make you so frail
How could it be how would it end?
When you wake up they are holding your time
Fragments of this being fragments of its meaning
6. Other Flesh
Certain to die and become an image of those deeds
No phase of acridity shall be excused
Retribution not contented until the urge takes control
For schemes will leash the future to come
Outrage refines
Posioned sympathy trapped between eyes
Lying under torture you would not hold longer
Instead of one's strength it's the other's weakness
For that has become the trap of its bearer
Outrage refines
Cutting out all alikes
Out of order
Facing the acts
A mind reveals
The past a collapse
Determinate fury feeding a falsehood
Falsehood that is supposed to comfort
Outlines of a figure emotionally cold
Will feel in the extreme to assign the rest
Do not ease
7. Distract
The most delicate master
The drive, the core of our source of function
Too strong the belief of supremacy
And we'll drown in the lack of the increasing gain
Driven since the first step
And here we are trying to find our way in
Time bordering all advantages
Fear of infinity self-conceit
The ability to process, the ability to err
Truth neglected in irrational frustration
Determination serving temptation
Desire within unsound
Euphoric ambition possessed
To shorten our path, to lengthen our time
The most delicate master
The drive, the core of our source of function
Raionality paralyzed at the altar of will
Too tired of struggling, too strong to give in
Driven since the first step
A conscious failure of feigned ignorance
Internal filt appearing so reasonable
A stubborn wound none willing to heal
All equal in the field of diffidence
Swaying about on a weaker scent
Distance blurring destination
Desire within unsound
Euphoric ambition possessed
Idle discontent devotion
8. Nothing Daunted (Gallows Pole Rock n' Roll)
Ticking, that insane sound
We dance to the running of hours
Programmed moments passing by
Tighten the knot around our time
Fortunes slipping, ignoring despair
Generations deny their collapse
Staring up the gallows pole
To once more sigh in relief
So silent the breath of a dead man
So silent we don't want to hear
Just grin back at fate when it's smiling
The headsman won't forget
Expectations constitute the failures
As we pray to have the world
Programmed figures passing by
On their ceaseless hunt to conquer life
Wealth at the steps of the blind
Seeking on both sides
All clung to the ropes
Failing two feet down
We refuse to drown in the sand
And make decisions of no avail
Staring up with arrogance
To play the fool nothing daunted
So silent the breath of a dead man
So silent we don't want to hear
Laughing at those who we left behind
Just can't get enough of the ride
Ticking, that insane sound
We dance to the running of hours
Programmed moments passing by
Tighten the knot around our time
Fortunes slipping, ignoring despair
Generations deny their collapse
Staring up the gallows pole
To once more sigh in relief
All clung to the ropes
Falling two feet down
No need to flee, they have found us
Praying to have it all
9. Languor Passage
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