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SHAPELESS CONSTRUCT LYRICS
"Demo 2005" (2005 Demo)
1. A New Beginning
2. Conceptual Disassembly
3. To Make Waste of Flesh
4. Tragic
1. A New Beginning
Rainfall covers this greed and
esurience with regret of
corruption; a past of torn
motives and uncertainty
crashing down to reveal
to the crowds
the sins of youth that ever
resound
Ashamed of ignorance and
selfishness, don't waste the time to
deny your ill-wrought deeds; just
abandon this doomed retreat
Forget the pain of all this mindless guilt
Leave desperation behind with the past
Apathy will only cause you to spiral
Decide your fate to be dead or to live again
And feel the light upon your pale skin
At the birth of a new beginning
As desperation and futility fade with the shadows
Arcadia is seen in the distance
as purpose arrives
and leads the way
through sullen fields of gray
The fog begins to clear
as the vision nears
Revel in the mind's eye
and breathe in the air of insight
The light surrounds us;
It takes only an open eye to see
Ideality comes into existence
It's mere presence displaces the common reality
Never again will perception be so obscured
Never again will destiny lose it's hold
It's desperate attempt at design
2. Conceptual Disassembly
What is the hand?
What comes to mind when you hear the word hand?
A structure of the arm, used to grasp and manipulate...
Imagine for a moment that you never knew the word;
furthermore, the concept of it fading away.
Now look back at this thing you called a hand.
Recognize it's existence without labeling it again.
Sight? What is sight; that any of us could see?
Let the senses run dry. What then comes to be?
With no eyes to see, no ears to hear
No skin to feel, no mind to fear
Your prison shall crumble, and you'll be set free
What then shall become of this precious reality?
With no eyes to see, no ears to hear
No skin to feel, no mind to fear
No self
Just let go now
Of words, and meanings
Concepts that shadow the real
misinterpreted symbols
Archetypes created in place of abstract thought
Assumed to be absolute perfection
But perfection is a concept, where only God prevails
And humanity shall always fail
But when you forget perfection, and cast it's chains away
Everthing just falls apart
When truth becomes the blind guide of sightless eyes
That lead the way through mirrored paths of past's decay
What would they see if they're eyes had no mind to fear,
and doubt the world around exists without our pain?
It lives and breathes a life it's own, oblivious to our vain struggles. We view the birth and death of life with such baseless moral conviction; To praise one, yet condemn another, by convenient circumstance alone.
When will it all end?
And wash away the horrid lives we all embrace?
Enslaved to what we own; to what we've become.
3. To Make Waste of Flesh
In this time of deathly insight
comes a whispering mire
Entrenching the thoughts with doubts
and obscurities soon to foster desire
In obsessive self-malevolence
weighing down will to the brink
of destroying the one purpose of being:
the path to enlightened theosophy
To make waste of flesh
to burden the soul with mental unrest
It tears at the heart
and feeds on the thoughts of untimely death
Soon all will see
the ruinous glow of impulsive dependency
It makes even death
a hated process of painful exigency
(Yet still) we call our own -
And all that lies beneath
the jaded shell that we disguise
as something less than travesty -
Our chosen path of ignorance
born of blind alacrity
Never will the day come when
we see this for it's insanity
To make waste of flesh
to burden the soul with mental unrest
It tears at the heart
and feeds on the thoughts of untimely death
Soon all will see
the ruinous glow of impulsive dependency
It makes even death
a hated process of painful exigency
All of this is teeming with atrophy
And is wasting away with disease
Just waiting for when the day comes
When all this is washed away
And serenity prevails
Amidst the morbid crowds
To rise above all the blindness
And throw off all the fears
Of this death shroud
It's dulled the lives of all of us
With thoughts of despair
And left us at the mercy of misery
When we saw the light
It only took our sight
The rains of hope have gone away
Leaving all this pain to last
Soon the whispers of the day
Will fall to laughter of the past
All the sighs of older age
And all the lasting thoughts of zen
Pale in sight to former years;
At least when asked about it then
And then it all changes
Into the world we see around us
Ripping and tearing itself apart
Always wanting and taking the whole
Yet never achieving even a start
At becoming what it wishes to be
A being that can never exist
Within the world in which they dwell
Only in the world of a purist
4. Tragic
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