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MY OWN GRAVE LYRICS
"New Path/Same Path" (2001 Demo)
1. I Wake Up
2. Godly Blasphemy
3. ever Mourning Change
4. Anything But Dust
1. I Wake Up
I take a deep breath to find myself trapped on a high breech.
You created this, this hollow world of mourning and misery.
Scars of sorrow run over my body, my body of grief.
I look away, over the steep edge, just one push and my existance,
delluminates for life, one helping hand will start the strife.
I'm the one, the dog you blame for your:
Inconvinience - of what ? too many decisions.
Headache - from what ? too many illusions.
Failures - how come ? we bite at command.
Losses - so what ? people died by my hand.
Nightmares - guilty as charged, I'll haunt your sorry ass 'til I die!
We are in the cage you made, electrified air, shackled to death.
We are in the cage you made, enhanced protection, come to me.
in a war you chose to fight.
Well no weapon is perfect,
so cover your face as it backfires into the future!
2. Godly Blasphemy
Combined strength against darkness within,
for all of our lives we fight.
And we hope that we some day will finally win
and outlive that final night.
In our era of technologies we live and keep our strife.
We talk to the gods in our elegies
and cut them with our soulforged knives.
As we wander the earth, our mother, our desire.
She who gave us birth, our father, our fire.
We roam around and destroy!
3. ever Mourning Change
Inside the ever spinning mouse-wheel
the greyning sky remains a wall.
I play the role of a hand-crafted toy,
quiet scissors cut my form.
Waiting always seems a distant drag,
nothing paving nothing's street with stones.
Solitude was never my demand,
what becomes of this remains unknown.
Sleeping well in... turning my believes over and over in my head.
Silent screaming, rejecting taste of pain,
saving the ever mourning change.
Raging, mumbling, the mouse-wheel turns slow.
A brick is missing in the wall.
Shades of color flickering the toy,
seeking dry land in my leaking scull.
4. Anything But Dust
Our ancestors teach us to walk along that one way path
stumble blindly is what we do, trying to avoid the archetype's wrath.
The enviroment we live in is obscure, yes, obscene
the threads of life are thin, the grass on the other side is not always green.
Oh why can't we see:
That the ones who rule us are not worthy of anything but the dust on earth.
That the ones who rule us, are not really ... (hypocrites) ... anything !
Revieve now the thoughts of:
Breaking free - an open mind, a planet of ours - of better kind.
Yourself in a free world, where the ideology ruling the world, is yours.
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