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TESSARACT LYRICS
"On the Edge" (2005 EP)
1. False Injected
2. Shapes of Disaster
3. Destiny
4. Charred Corpse
1. False Injected
Stand for your ground till disappear
Beaten down effects of morality
Don't give a damn you are primitive
Contemplate the fear of reality
I know all the godblessed
Feel peace, no other way
You know all your nightmares
You bleed but no one cares
They say as them coming
We'll steal them our fate
But seeking disaster
Step on the way breaking off that chain
Gather up the pieces of broken glass
Throw away the scorn of depravity
You're feeling your mind when bleeding the scars
Abducted with true but false injected
I know all the godblessed
Feel peace, no other way
You know all your nightmares
You bleed but no one cares
They say as them coming
We'll steal them our fate
But seeking disaster
Step on the way breaking off that chain
Lead: Alexander Ovchinnikov
Still clear but black in mind
Still silent but hearing cries
Don't trust the twisted lies
Inhale the air
Sweating bodies go crime
Stay blind
With weapon down
Stay silent
With tongue torn out
But maybe fuck the words they say
Stand for the way you'll never led astray
2. Shapes of Disaster
Thousand words are told about lifetime. Thousand reasons will not cease to be a name in memory. Take a moment having thrown out the next sheet of a calendar
Everything that interests you in this mad wheel of time is the moment you will recollect what (you) can't done. But not the man chooses the end but the ends do
Whether it is necessary to test the heart
If tomorrow yours native will hasten to you
But you can not to be with them any more
But you are in a hurry while heart works a metronome in a breast
You know that you are the mechanism in the huge machine installed
I seal the time
You'll never mind
I'll die for a soul will rise
The apathy of all you see
The echoes of your mediocrasy
Your hate I know
Your fear I saw
But I knew that was overdose
Of egoism
Of a new rigorism
Someone cry for new life bliss
You have planned the result,
You are running for it, you are searching the moment to find yourself
But you suddenly meet you'd not waiting for
Crowd of fools are gather to look as you die
The absurd was hammered into the breasts
We are pulled by what we are afraid
We greedily look to the eyes of death
That came not to us
I'll ask about the end and I will be count as the undesirable interlocutor
But having coming home
They necessarily will stick to the TV screen
Greedily contemplate the reports of new sudden outcomes
We are pulled by what we are afraid
Having concealed breath
We meet lines of wrinkles on our faces
They are more clearly, than the time has less
3. Destiny
Each print of your finger on whose destiny
Your choice, sometimes not intelligent step
Each print of your fist on whose heart
Powerful exhalation (of) your egoism
There was a time when you spoke that the world so cruelty
The time has come to justify it
To see the validity
To feel desirable
To give out desirable for the validity
Lead: Alexander Ovchinnikov
Each sight looking at you from a mirror
Always different
But the prints of your destiny are always identical
4. Charred Corpse
Slowly preparing to rotting
Beyond of burial
Silent survey
Corroding the devastation
Coils of a spiral conduct downwards
To revelations of absurdity
Hands crossed in entreaty
Have frozen in rotting sculpture
Decaying temple of enslaved spirit
Dust of flesh dominates
Still before an altar
Hardened in entreaty
The charred corpse
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