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SONATA LYRICS
"Burn the Chapters" (2004 EP)
1. Answer With a Bullet
2. New Low
3. Angle of Attack
4. A Shared Madness
5. Burn the Chapters
1. Answer With a Bullet
What's the purpose,
Of existence.
If you do not,
Make a difference.
Broken bruised the life I’d lose,
Where is my salvation?
Body aches the pain's no comfort,
Need elimination.
What to choose I’m too confused,
Lost all motivation.
Tarnished soul a bitter chill,
Of self abomination.
Answer - open doors,
Answer - taste my thoughts.
Answer - chamber's asking,
Answer - bleed the clots.
Restless - whispers taunting.
Hopeless - but not asking for your,
Helpless, blindness, so goddamn fucking mindless,
Butchered, but priceless,
The question that arises.
Where are you my God?
All that,
I have,
Is gone.
All that,
I am,
Is massacred.
Massacred.
All that's well must,
Have an ending.
Decision made,
Process pending.
Soothing sounds,
My fate is found,
Blasphemous sensation.
Tightly wound,
And nowhere bound,
Mental mutilation.
All that,
I had,
Is gone.
All that,
I was,
Is gone.
2. New Low
Diluted sense of reassurance,
Guiding hands to do no right,
Reaching out for morbid substance,
Drowning life with much delight.
Guilty.
The less you know,
The more you say,
The shameless look upon your face,
Proves you don’t give a fuck anyway.
The tragedies in life,
Bleed away our pride,
They bleed away our innocence,
They leave us shriveled, shattered, torn and blind.
Over-zealous and self-righteous,
Sending hapless boys to fight,
Arrogance and thoughtless plunder,
Squander lives to prove your might.
So we lose all shreds of goodness,
Raped ideals pervasive dread,
No empathy when all is ended,
Falling to new low instead.
3. Angle of Attack
Am I not content enough for you?
Not wasting away when there’s so much shit to do.
Judge not les ye be judged for sin.
Find a way out, and I’ll find my way back in.
Lead me away - there’s too much left for you to face.
Leave my astray - don’t show me I’ll find my own way.
Face the fact - not if it tells me how to act.
Turn your back - for my angle of attack.
Is this not the way that it should be?
Cowards when facing Gods and priests.
Judge not yet ye be judged for pride.
Make all assumptions with faith set aside.
Lead me away - there’s too much left for you to face.
Leave my astray - don’t show me I’ll find my own way.
Face the fact - not if it tells me how to act.
Turn your back - for my angle of attack.
4. A Shared Madness
I must not say no, the weight of this sad time we must obey.
Speak what we,
Feel,
Not what we should,
Say,
Mourn for your,
Dead,
Bear bodies away.
You speak of madness,
Well I speak of it too,
Fucking fascist,
Drive the stake through.
You speak of madness,
Well I speak of it too,
Goddamn pacifist,
See the world true.
No, I will not stand idly by as brothers go to hells supply.
Speak what we,
Feel,
Not what we should,
Say,
Mourn for your,
Dead,
Bear bodies away.
You speak of madness,
Well I speak of it too,
Fucking fascist,
Drive the stake through.
You speak of madness,
Well I speak of it too,
Goddamn pacifist,
See the world true.
This is your work, these objects poison sight, let them be hidden now.
Come my soul to bliss as I speak true, speak as I feel hate come through,
Speak what we,
Feel,
Not what we should,
Say,
Mourn for your,
Dead,
Bear bodies away.
5. Burn the Chapters
Last page forward of the life you’ve thrown away,
Can’t erase the past, unsurpassable, locked away,
Take this from my hands,
But don’t you run.
Trace the words onto an empty page,
Burn the chapters of your lost time,
Sketch your life into an empty grave,
Burn the chapters of your lost time.
Painful Stain.
Look Away.
Cast down pictures of the story you were living.
Shroud all truths in the volume of your being,
Look into the past,
And burn your eyes.
Outraged metaphors and worn out similes,
Facing lost hopes and possibilities,
Shredding memories,
You must deny.
Taking solace as selected memories fade,
Everything reminding of the choices you have made,
Running from the script,
That you supplied.
Conjured images your heart neglects to say,
Scalding memories on your conscience prey,
Cut and paste the chapters,
As you see fit.
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