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STILLBURNED LYRICS
"The First Burnings" (2002 Demo)
1. Scenes
2. Growth of Thought
3. Welcome Wet Tomorrow
4. Wicked
1. Scenes
What the hell do you think you are?
Have everything you can want
Still bitch how the future is dark
To you image is all
So fucking fed up with your games
All these scenes you fucking play
Always talk
No solid ground
Every day you say you want to die
Thinking of suicide
It's an image isn't it?
Fucking do it if you're up to it!
No stories!
Stand alone in nevermore.
This gift of pain
A way to strangle your shame
Useing it with hunger
As long as you do it
Can you deal with blame?
Guess not
Fuck off
2. Growth of Thought
Isolated inside my mind
A feeling that can't be beaten or be bribed.
Only action left inside is to take you with me when I die
Saw my life passing by
All memories waving goodbye
Dwelling stronger when I cry
Sweating just to feel an alive
Future cannot be hold
I'm out there somewhere
Dead in cold
Goodbye...
I can still remember all those times
All those lies!
But I can't help myself
But I can help you to find another dimension
Can't see the sky from the stars we had
They're falling one after another to a better hand
Can't take loosing without violence
Hatred boiling inside me, loosing sense
Chaotic mind
Keeps me blind
With every breath I take
On my way but
Out of road
Kept every cell full of hurt
When everything is gone it's going to burst!
This beautiful life
To take back what is mine
This beautiful life
Has grown into a crime
3. Welcome Wet Tomorrow
Break the human body - Control denied
Break the human mind - Cut the spine
Living without life - Without mind
You know this is war - Between you and I
Nothing to feel
Nothing to seed
You have nothing
To go on for
I'm just waiting for our encounter
Prepare to welcome this wet tomorrow
Carry on - to dream
This nightmare - is deep in skin
Carrion - to be
That carcass - used to be you
Break the human body - Control denied
Break the human mind - Cut the spine
Living without life - Without mind
You know this is war - Between you and I
Nothing to feel
Nothing to seed
You have nothing
To go on for
I'm just waiting for our encounter
Prepare to welcome this wet tomorrow
You'll love this marinade
'till the bitter end
Do tell us every word
it said
4. Wicked
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