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LEFT HAND SOLUTION LYRICS
"Fevered" (1997)
1. Thorns
2. Fevered
3. The Wounds of Bitterness
4. Illusion
5. Angels With the Last Plagues
6. Scorns of Time
7. The Futile Passion
8. Memories (Of the Tragedienne)
9. The Bleeding
10. Scarred
1. Thorns
Dresssed in white
Stained with blood
On her naked feet
A silent dance she dances
In the forest where the trees
Scream out in agony
As they reach for
A faded and dying sky
Stung by the poisoned thorn
She walks the world
She kisses the ground
Where the flowers turned all gray
And their scents were forever forgotten
Together with her name
Stung by the poisoned thorn
She walks the world
2. Fevered
Marking this body of infancy
Wounds - smiling my way
Again emotions fail to exist
The anguish of existence calls us all
The world is sick
and life is the disease
Feverish we breed
See the willow that embodies my weeping
And so the weeping calls us all
The world is sick
And life is the disease
Feverish we breed
The loneliness feeds my resentment
I remain dead
3. The Wounds of Bitterness
An image of a wailing blackbird
Embedded in my chest
My heart bleeds the tainted purity
Of this emptiness
Heal these wounds of bitterness
That hurt in me
Released once again
The anxiety subjected
By a devotion - Dead I am rejected
What I have kept in my Heart so frail and cold
Vanishes into this
Nothingness that now unfolds
Heal these wounds of bitterness
That hurt in me
Released...
4. Illusion
The words left scars
After they had silenced
To see something grow
Only to die away
The illusion of you
Always so intense
Your abscence of emotion
The illusion of you
Together with your kisses you dried away
All these lonely times
Gathered deep inside
The illusion of you
Always so intense
Your abscence of emotion
Always so intense
5. Angels With the Last Plagues
Innocence in shape of angels - Sanguine
My bloodstained skin veiling the dance of veins
Afresh we bleed
Atrocities of life
No man dies as innocent
As he was born
Where sin is our salvation
We shall feast upon
The fruits of paradise
Afresh we bleed
Atrocities of life
No man dies as innocent
As he was born
The angels with the last plagues
Raped in heaven
6. Scorns of Time
Singing that died away
The nightingale silenced
In this world, our decadence
The sweetness turned sour
Naked and bled
Her blackened wings spread
Feathers - burned and frayed
Sore and sick she fades
The nestling falls down
Dead on earth
As sickness takes hold
Of the essence
Naked and bled
Her blackened wings spread
Feathers - burned and frayed
Sore and sick she fades
Together we die
Born unable
Expose the filth
Suppressed within
7. The Futile Passion
In the gallery of lost hopes
We stand as mortal shells
In this futile passion
Let the whorish smile seduce you
In this sickness we all carry
Let the insects crawl you through
On this sweet and sickly day
My soiled hands dig in the mould
Where all beauty lies rotting
In the gallery of lost hopes
You pass between my memories
As morality dies in my heart
Let the whorish smile seduce you
On this sweet and sickly day
White sheets drenched
With bodily fluids that dry on my skin
Experience the infection I bring
I cling to you in fever and lay myself into your sea
And let the nausea wash through me
8. Memories (Of the Tragedienne)
In the tragic play
A marionette of the clock
Pages filled with a chronicle in blood
Scents and sights,come back to me
My life in memories, makes me want to go
Try and hold on to what's left of all
The golden scenes I forever want to know
The curtains are lifted
Reveal a spectacle of rare
'Til the final act I am your tragic one
Soaring in the wind
Sounds - so transcendent
So faint and softly
Carries me above
Scents and sights...
9. The Bleeding
Trees cut the wounded sky
Of autumn it hangs dead
Clouded in silver
Of autumn it hangs dead
Like a voice from within begging me to stay
The same as the one telling me to get away
Deep in my heartache
Scattered like leaves lies love?s light
Gather me up
And hold me through the night
Like a voice from within begging me to stay
The same as the one telling me to get away
Your beauty is a wound in me
Serene in virginity
10. Scarred
Submission For what lies beyond?
I subject myself to you
It's not visible
But this scar cuts so much deeper
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