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LIFE IN VAIN LYRICS
"Thorned Resistance" (2004)
1. Silver
2. Guilty By Design
3. The Arsonist
4. Comb The Skies
5. Alone
6. Thorned Resistance
7. ... Sytherae 2002
8. Symphone of Cirrhosis
1. Silver
Scream
A silver gift you gave to me.
A pulse of life born inside
The holy mechanized mind
Of all this world could give to me.
We walked the line
With tarnished eyes
And came up dry every time
I pan across this world
To catch your silver eyes
Our liquids mix, hysteric fits.
I'm burning by your side
Scream
The sinister second in disguise
Long span of time
A single moment
The advent of our demise
A single silver lie.
Descends from an endless silver sky
A solid straight line
Between the darks of our eyes
Throw a golden life away.
Burn the skies to a golden grey
There quotes no price large enough to pay
Now you quote image is fading away
You make me see what I hate in me
Scream
The sinister second in disguise
A pulse of life bred inside
The holy mechanized mind
A single silver lie
We walked the line dead inside
And set the universe aflame
2. Guilty By Design
3. The Arsonist
4. Comb The Skies
5. Alone
It spawns an image, A lifeless pleasure to taste
A burning cross upon a hallowed sanction of grace
A sacred memory repressed and left to fade
Hopes swarm high like insects strong willed to sustain
A single motive to push them all to move as the same
Empty eyes a programmed vision, burns deep within his brain
(Chorus)
Embraced within the fall
With arms outstretched towards servitude
Hard lines blur a print so fine
It leaves you alone
A flash burning black, a reaction of sulfur and hate
A playground of twisting sinews wrought and bent like a maze
Molten hot, burning hot, and engaged
So paint your mark, a cage of steel to restrain
A sense starved monarch stripped raw of his reign
And what died in him lived on in a simple darkened place
Embraced within the fall
With arms outstretched towards servitude
Hard lines blur a print so fine
It leaves you alone
Alone…
In a godless world, to search for idols
And emulate these lies unto themselves
To comb the skies, with stiffened fingers
Far reaching hopes of a pagan fear.
It spawns an image, A lifeless pleasure to taste
A burning cross upon a hallowed sanction of grace
A sacred memory repressed and left to fade
Hopes swarm high like insects strong willed to sustain
A single motive to push them all to move as the same
Empty eyes a programmed vision, burns deep within his brain
Embraced within the fall
With arms outstretched towards servitude
Hard lines blur a print so fine
It leaves you alone
6. Thorned Resistance
7. ... Sytherae 2002
8. Symphone of Cirrhosis
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