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PHANTASMAGORY LYRICS
"Anamorphosis of Dreams" (2002)
1. Disharmaphasy (Intro)
2. Subconsciousness
3. Ancient Sun
4. Sundown
5. Anamorphosis of Dreams
6. Dawn
7. Inspiration
8. Worthless Nonsense (Outro)
1. Disharmaphasy (Intro)
2. Subconsciousness
When close my eyes time is moving back. I am attempt to disguise.
And space stretch out in line. I feel the coalescence of million spheres. They call me behind themselves .
I escape. The megaflow dictates the laws of chaos, changing philosophy of human world outlook.
The sundered worlds crying with pain, calling in question existence of a subconscious mind.
They are dying. The Universe is disintegrated on moleculas in me. The Universe born again in my head.
I see the pulsing of geometrical figures and arithmetic progressions in the sky.
The new dimensions of a subconscious mind indicate a path to equilibrium. I am closer and closer.
I’m here. When I wake up tomorrow, I shall forget all. I shall start from stratch and close my eyes again .
3. Ancient Sun
Ancient sun asked him a question:
"Do you stay with me?
What's the real reason for your depression?"
He answered: "I can not see
the real world and I don’t want
to live in the afterworld like divine
I hope to see my young sun
and my sun will shine"
The sun: I’ll show to you the paints and spectras
I’ll show to you the new world
I’ll show you the Times and spaces
in which you can behold.
I don’t want to disappear or will turn in a rust
I have desire to hear and it comes last
I want to see my young shining sun
I have desire to live and i'm not only one
Where my light? Where my site?
Where my tide, which is poured through time?
Where my face? Where my trase? Where my path to the dead-line?
Ancient sun asked him a question:
"Do you stay with me?
What's the real reason for your depression?"
He answered: "I can not see
the real world and I don’t want
to live in the afterworld like divine
I hope to see my young sun
and my sun will shine"
Ancient sun asked him a question:
"Do you stay with me?
I do not believe,
that only death is real.
The life enables to
dream, to think, and to feal
Let me leave this world
Let me choose and hold
Hold my mind and choose my way
Better, than wait till doomsday
Ancient sun, I killing you !
this is the most I can do
I don’t want to disappear or will turn in a rust
I have desire to hear and it comes last
I want to see my young shining sun
I have desire to live and i'm not only one
4. Sundown
Sundown. The life approaches to the end. Process of attenuation to not stop.
The time announces the end of cycle. The space submits to this end.
Sundown. How many pass. How many made. But reliance
that all for naught does not leave for one second.
Oblivion-gift. Gift of clearing. But that is free only who is able to use
by freedom.
Infinite way to the purpose. It’s only illusion.
How many time it is necessary to understand it.
Voices. Faces. Eternally. Feelings. Endless. In a circle.
Voices. Faces. Eternally. Feelings... Endless. Timeless.
Time. Time to stop. To stop for ever.
Time. Time to leave from a field of fight. Fight for life.
The fight is not finished. Life is not lose. It is necessary to make last step.
Last breath. Last look. Last jerk.
The images, visions merge in substation. What it? Can be intoxication.
Is not present. It’s anamorphasy. Anamorphasy of dreams.
The world has died. All, that remained is only sundown.
Last memoirs about for a long time left.
When the dreams were not so are real, and reality not such flexible.
5. Anamorphosis of Dreams
6. Dawn
7. Inspiration
Dawn… the First beams of light, emit by the sun, reach the
Earth as the child leaves from mother’s maw.
Dawn… the Life is ready to make the first breath and time it is authorized to go.
The death of nothing will be prolonged only per day.
The time for life will move only up to decline.
Thorny path. Long day. Bright light. Long life.
Reality materialize, filling empty places.
Moving forward, understand, that development of a matter - overall objective
of the individual. Sometimes dreams, that the first beams do not reach of the Earth,
and the fetus will not appear on world. Sometimes emptiness fills in reason,
as a black hole, not permitting to feel.
Sometimes sight does not give to distinguish colours, entrusting feelings to guesses,
And only hearing allows to hear singing birds.
Changing speed of a beam and splitting its vector, we fill space with a matter, destroying it.
The danger of the conflict is inevitable.
The conceiving flesh searches for borders of infinity, measuring immeasurable -
with each dawn it is ever more and more.
Door in other world - new understanding of life. Without dawn and decline,
without life, without death…
Whether it is the purpose of existence?
But there can be another!?
The door is open. The step is made. What next? The sight is adjusted on new colours.
Look back! Also will see the one who looks at all of us.
Eternally.
But recollect: the death of nothing will be prolonged only per day.
The time for life will move only up to decline.
Thorny path. Long day. Bright light. Long life.
Desire to live is dominates. Whether it is possible to prolong dawn, overstep through decline?
Thorny path. Long day. Dim light. Short life.
Desperately trying to reconstruct a beginning, understand, that the time is missed.
Last sigh give back on creation of new life new reason.
Not copies, but continuation!
Dawn… the First beams of light, emit by the sun, reach the Earth.
And the child leaves from mother’s maw.
Dawn… the Life is ready to make the first breath and time it is authorized to go.
8. Worthless Nonsense (Outro)
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