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CHAOSWAVE LYRICS
"Chaoswave" (2004 Demo)
1. Swept Away
2. From the Stare to the Storm
3. Mask and Mirror
4. Hate Create
1. Swept Away
For days, I watch the sun
Considering a consent to cosmos
For a moment the sun stares back at me
Creating a shadow from a part of my soul
Healed or broken?
Pulled out, escaping…
When the shadow becomes a sea…
When I, When I am swept away
Here below I feel
When I, When I am swept away
Here below I feel, I feel.
Below,
disorder controls me
embraced in a one-colored solitude
But below, nothing stares back at me
Here I am the world for a while
Here, below… I feel… I feel…
Healed or broken?
Pulled out, escaping…
When the shadow becomes a sea…
When I, When I am swept away
Here below I feel
When I, When I am swept away
Here below I feel, I feel safe
2. From the Stare to the Storm
You know, I Have foreseen
The air folded by the lines of your stare
Your stare
Hear me out
I will shout when you can’t hear me
The wind would hit hard on my back
Carrying the fierce dust of your breath
Your breath
Hear me out
I will shout when you can’t hear me
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver
From your stare would grow a storm
Dust, invading me, (dust)
disintegrating me
Hurling me around the eye
The eye, I wish I would become
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver
From your stare would grow a storm
Dust, invading me, (dust)
disintegrating me
Hurling me around the eye
The eye, I wish I would become
3. Mask and Mirror
As the lights dim away
The chatter slowly fades
And curtains spread apart….
Your will turns into mine
As I find your eyes among the faceless crowd
I watch you shrink before my stare
My blood is running warm
The roar of music hits my ears
Below I watch
The puppets on the stage enfold their plot
It’s me…
Blood turns into dust
Before these eyes that both threaten and adore
His tune pours out like balm and salt
Caressing my open wounds
The roar of music hits my ears
Around I watch
The puppets on the stage enfold our plot
It’s me…
His will turns into mine
Before her eyes that both threaten and adore
Before my tune, I watch him shrink
His/My wounds are open
4. Hate Create
Tell me the purpose of the flesh
Is it to feel or to be felt?
I peeled the scars from my skin
To find the link between blood and soul
The answer is always at hand
To create a simple role
Let my eyes, tongue and face
Mirror what I do not hold
Am ignored by the touch?
By the touch, that shapes the soul
That heals the scars I ripped away
These scars that I must try to repaint
The answer is always at hand
To create a simple role
Let eyes, tongue and face
Mirror what I do not hold
I dance with the devil Love
To mate with the angel Hate
It is the inside that I deny
It is the inside that I deny
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