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IN COMA LYRICS
"Forsaken" (2002 Demo)
1. Digits And Flesh
2. Growing Cold
3. The Theatre
4. Visions Of Serenity ( Even Snow Dies )
5. Painting My Horrors
1. Digits And Flesh
2. Growing Cold
Raise the gun
And let the bullet sing
Raise the gun
There is no missing link
In the theory of liquid pain
Raise the gun
With every blow a tear
Raise the gun
Let it all disappear
Decadent
Growing cold
Unconscious in the rain of falling leaves
You tie yourself and you?re so afraid
To see what?s on the mirror?s other side
In strange new flesh you become forever sore
Chopped in a half by self-created illusions
Religious clown in a copper crown of confusion
Disorder fills your shaking hands,
You will slumber in embracing sand
There is no time to reverse what was wrong
There is no way out, though you waited so long
You?re shipwrecked, your soul like glass
Even shadow paralyzed
None knows
Raise the gun
Images behind
Raise the gun
There?s none of your kind
Inside god a devil hides
Someone laughs
Childish way to persevere
Spirit walks
Incomer from a sphere
Blue flower
Some silly gifts
Inside god a devil laughs
3. The Theatre
They have seen it all
Stage bathed in the curtain?s red
And an old man in a young one?s costume
Hobbling along the spotlights? brilliance
Furrows shining with tears
The canyons dried out for years
Clumping with life once again
Behold the theater for the last time
I am the senile hope, misshapen form
In the hand?s tremble, in their cup
Four times of my illusions
Mage, I transform dreams
Into scraps of commonplaceness
Bitterness under fingernails
The dirt of refused slumbers
They have seen it all
Passion in the eyes of the old actor
A spark of beauty in the genius? ugliness
Sometimes a hesitance, sometimes incertitude
And laughter?s mournful rain
Thrilled voice is dying
They know?
Applause, tornado of applause
Turmoiled gestures, someone?s weep
Behold the master
Bring the flowers, autographs
Curtain falls
Behind the coulisses, the old man washes himself clean
Of makeup, with his own tears, those last
GODS WALKED DOWN THE STAIRS SO STIRRED
4. Visions Of Serenity ( Even Snow Dies )
Over the mountains, over the hills
Far away, in the realm of blind light
Inside the vault of frozen leaves
Where springs cry out for life
And smoke is a shadow, a reminder of
Yesterday?s mourn?
We wait in a glacial tomb
Forever embraced eye to eye
Hoping for the endless sleep
Ice in your eyes
Our queen above, she?s no longer mad
She found what she was looking for? so long
Still ice cold surface of silence keeping us motionless
Kissing with our look
Dancing in our sleep
?Who would ever know,
That your spell will be broken
And I will wake up.
I was ready, but it hurts till now.
You?ve been like the dark, that I used to tuck in.
The black I protected from the light.?
LIGHT !
In this day of white
In marvelous candlelight
Surprising wishes distress me
Wish you were here again
To freeze in an embrace of the past
Cryonic remaining laugh
Just a smile after tear
Cruel beauty to appear
I?m not alive, I don?t sleep
In the winter?s kiss and empty glass
Solid pain from the skies you know my Love
Even the snow dies
5. Painting My Horrors
The unfortunate nature of the disguise
Heaven taken away from us,
Our wings forbidden,
Abandoned from the gods
We are roaming without end.
Call me devil or Satan,
Call me whatever you dare,
I don?t care if you know who I am,
I don?t really care?
So many years inside this maze,
With no clue or higher purpose.
I?m so confused when you ask me
What is our arche?
There?s no good, no evil,
Darkness? just a part of the light,
Devil is a shade of a god,
All wisdom seen in flashlight.
Hatred seen through the curtains of sadness
I?m slightly heading for internal dream,
In private limbo I?ve got my cell.
Constant depression reminds me,
That one day we?re all gonna? fell.
I?m sick and tired of all these words
About death, sin and god,
I?m sick and tired of forcing everyone
To be martyrs for no cause.
I?m painting my horrors in colors blood red
I?m painting my horrors in colors blood red
Liquid desire running through my veins,
It is a desire for life
I?m painting horrors in red
I?m breaking through these walls everyday
Blue walls of limbo
I?m painting horrors in red
Solitude, how pitiful it sounds,
But it was made for me.
Nothing, nothing, nothing explains
Why my breath?s so cold
I?m painting my horrors in colors blood red
I?m painting my horrors in colors blood red
Let the silence lick your face
It will take the pain away
Let the silence lick your sad face
It will ease the pain away
Away?
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