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VOID OF SILENCE LYRICS
"Human Antithesis" (2004)
1. Human Antithesis
2. Grey Horizon (M.P.H. MMIII)
3. Untitled
4. To a Sickly Child
5. Dark Static Moments
6. CXVIII
1. Human Antithesis
This is where the dream ends
where the soul of every man and woman is broken
where you carry your crippled children in hope of salvation
and you will lay them down to die
for salvation does not come
And the worth you have placed upon your life is finally revealed as nothing (x2)
Your weeping and wailing shall assuage no god
let these words echo deep, deep into your heart
cease your weeping and wailing
no one can hear you
no one can hear you
my words will cut your flesh like a knife.
for you shall hear them again
and again (x5)
you will hear these words again and again and again
You can pray to God
You can pray to Allah
You can pray to whomever
He will not hear you
your empty prayers
you embarrass yourself
like some infected junkie
you're searching for a fix.
Your God is a needle
Your God is rusted razor
the filth in your blood
the filth in your vein
No machine will grind your bones to dust
This machine will grind your bones to dust
Like it has ground every generation before you
and only now the stakes are higher
and only now the machine runs faster
Children, I call you to war
was it for this your ancestors died?
Was it for this the land was stained blood red.
Here and now we face the end of all things,
the final and the absolute.
Planting seeds within
the nuclear generation, planting hope where there was none.
A hope that we may sweep all before us and crush their memory.
They say there is nothing left in this world worth fighting for, nothing left in this world worth dying for...
This is a lie.
There is so much to fight for, so much to die for.
There is one true enemy in this world.
Do i need to say it?
Do I need to stain the air with it’s name?
Or to soil the page?
A father he sees his children cry out,
And blind they flock, dead to the world.
He sees his women, wailing and weeping.
The mothers of all tragedy
And I your brother, a broken man,
I curse the day I was born.
I curse the day
I ask, what price the martyred man?
Whose hand is turned by the grinding wheels of history?
I ask a simple question.
Who shall stand and who shall fall?
Whose deeds shall become song,
and whose words shall become law?
2. Grey Horizon (M.P.H. MMIII)
do the months change?
do the years pass?
it's felt like the same day
for the whole of my life.
I've had one of those dream again
where all I can see
is a grey horizon
no sun breaking the monotony
a dream devoid of colour,
devoid of sound
where I am
only greeted by blanks faces
drones
grinding the gears
of the grey machine
3. Untitled
4. To a Sickly Child
You are a sickly child
Without the strength
To meet the weight of this world
Where did we go wrong?
how did we go wrong?
What shall the solution be?it is not for me to say how
the sick shall meet
their end yet they shalland they shall...and they shall let me take
the air from your lungs
that vapid poisonlet me be the finger on the trigger
sick, sick childwhose ills no mothers love could ease
let me be your sanctuary I am your refuge,
look into my eyes,my child and realise
you are looking dowm the barrel of a gun
5. Dark Static Moments
I feel like I've Been Going
nowhere in my life for years
All these empty promises
empty threats.
it was such a dark static moment when we met.
nothing felt right, maybe thats why
I went so far, too far,
beyond sorrow, pain or lust.
the empty silences in our forced conversation
trying to be what I cannot be
I never felt so alone in my entire life
so alone and desperate to be somewhere else
what in this world can change me?
what in this world can rouse me
form my sleep
my eyes may be open but I see nothing
my mouth may be open but it is not words I am forming
not in any language
you can undestand
I hear what you are saying
but it makes no sense to me, it never did
how did I come to this?
When did I start, dead to the world
the word is black and white in my soundless dreams
there is nothing I can do so carve me up one last time
and leave me for the dogs
I have no pity for these grey lines
no remorse and no pity
that carve me up and sell my soul
what is worth? is it worth your love or your compassion?
I think you know the answer
every time I dream
I seem to leave it all standing at some deserted train station
waiting, watching
with and old timetable in my hand
willing another cold morning
in another city
or another sunset surrounded by strangers waiting, watching
I need somewhere to rest my head
6. CXVIII
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