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SEPTYCAL GORGE LYRICS
"Delivering Hidden Mutilation" (2005 Demo)
1. Waltz Of Desperation
2. Oblivion
3. Poisoned Human Flesh
4. Infected Dreams
1. Waltz Of Desperation
Losing everything
Motivations
Will of salvation
The few steps to the arrival don't matter more
Just little fears and fucking passions
Link me to this world
But I'm trying to stop believing in them
Dreams are for losers
If they're all in the deathrow
And my tentatives of rebellion
Were just a dream's inception
Less than zero
And the pencil fell on the empty paper
While the brain was dancing the static waltz of
desperation
A new trap
Losing again
Becoming
The monster
You preached
I'd become
Are you happy now
You fucking prophet?
Every evil grinder's not a good puker
This is now the final break...
Dreams are for losers
In the deathrow
2. Oblivion
Following roads of redemption
Feeding the oblivion of mind
The hidden beasts of perversion
The goddamn fucking reclusion
All a big mistake - All a big mistake
All a big mistake - All a big mistake
... hollow life!
In this hollow life
I ask You everyday
To be saved right now
I pray You everyday
To be saved right now
Two steps to this Hell...
For every second passed in this place
I feel my disgrace
I tried to fight against the odds of the sin
This is my complain
The worst prophecy
The worst punishment
Losing some occasions
Searching for redemption
Blind into the darkness
[Stufo di mangiare sempre la solita merda]
[Promesse non mantenute da un sentimento che non è
amore]
[Una centrifuga di pensieri può generare confusione,
non la dimenticanza]
Disorder in my head
Spits and blood on my face
You think my brain's insane
You think I am insane
Fuck you, I'm not insane
Fuck you, I'm still the same
Will all these shits
Rest in my own oblivion?
The worst prophecy
The worst punishment
Losing some occasions
Searching for redemption
Blind into the darkness
Last occasion used into eternity
3. Poisoned Human Flesh
In this world it's easy making a choice
But it's hard keeping it real
In trap again
12 months in my self-made cage
Under they eyes - Under their control
But I hadn't enough strength to testify my faith
Justified suspicions
In a little space of time
But for human parameters
12 months are too much
I know what you lived
I know what they lived
I know what I lived
I miss what I need
They try to eat my poisoned flesh
And they feel sick
God, can you fill my void?
God, can you hear my voice?
Planning the perfect escape
Pulverizing all my sins
It's something just for me
No-one's allowed to help me
So conquer all my freedom
But I want IT
Are you
The right one
Or the single case of my fate?
Your sadistic devotion
Is the congruence of motion
Of electricity - cunt - emotions
And I'm still undead
And you can see me
Every time you want
No-one really loves me
No-one uses dedication
For me, keeping safe my own attention
Circumstances are not for ever
And this is the key
But I'm laying undead
Like a big pile of shit
Don't try to eat my infected flesh
I'm still laying undead
They try to eat my poisoned flesh
And they feel sick
God, can you fill my void?
God, can you hear my voice?
4. Infected Dreams
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