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HELLSHOCK LYRICS
"Ghosts Of The Past" (2001 Demo)
1. In The Company Of Fools
2. Ghosts Of The Past
3. Beauty
4. Your World
5. Passage
6. Olympus
1. In The Company Of Fools
Walk among the wretched
Can't you see our misery
If you leave here unbroken
You're better left decieved
I am waiting to come undone
Flying apart at my seams
Glued together by frustration
And pointless mockery
Dragged here or led here by the hand
Some walk in alone
Some slapped into realization
But there are those
Who will never understand
Walk among the wretched
Can't you see our misery
If you leave here unbroken
You're better left decieved
In the company of fools
Who walk down narrow walls
Always running in a maze
Never changing ways
2. Ghosts Of The Past
Hear them laughing
Behind the wall of life
Watching our mistakes
A destructive pattern
All our mishaps
Seen before
A millenia
Of bloodsoaked tragedy
Voices of the dead
Ghosts of the past
Echoes of laughter
Ghosts of the past
History a circle
For those in their graves
New blood to spill
In their eyes nothing unseen
Driven
To insanity
Laughter
From eternity
Once we've moved on to our graves
Past lives obsolete
Those still living carry on our faults
And now the joke
Becomes complete
3. Beauty
4. Your World
Dregs - this bright world fades
Demand - by your hand
Cycle and spinning
No end or beginning
Your world
The life you sold
Your world
Is growing old
Live young and die fast
Forgot the past
Poison's left its mark
Suddenly its dark
Reality rears its head
Writhing under your bed
And lurking in your closet
Your world
The life you sold
Your world
Is growing old
Friends come and go
Reap what you sow
Obsessing it's late
No one will wait
you've danced the last time
and empty life you find
and a pointless death
Your world
The life you sold
Your world
Is growing old
5. Passage
6. Olympus
Walk the road on high
Shining pillar in the sky
What was thought as gods
Only men and lies
An image in my mind
Victory hard to find
Monument to failure
Soul on the decline
You see blue, white, red
Blood trickles down your head
On the battlefield
Death walks your way
The golden age a mockery
No one will escape
Through patriots and predidents
They control your fate
This is not mythology
It is our currnet state
You see blue, white, red
Blood trickles down your head
Soul drinker, world destroyer
On a throne of flesh and blood
Olympus lies before you
They say "when in Rome"
but this Rome is my home
and I won't do as you
nor take a place among you
You see blue, white, red
Blood trickles down your head
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