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NEFASTüS DIèS LYRICS
"Prelude" (2005 Demo)
1. Spawns of illegitimacy
2. Primal Chaos Layers
1. Spawns of illegitimacy
We all take life as a legitimate acquired possession
As if it was initialy meant to be your turn to live
So convinced that this struggle won't be in vain
That every obstacle conceals a seed of fufillment
Remembering carefully selected events where you were the center of attraction
Seeing the futur as a perpetual sucession of days
In which everything violent, harassing or unanswered
Is to be deleted as days pass by
Nevertheless your frail psychic limitation assimilates cycles as changes
you think that tomorrow will be a better day? Just like that?
Hoping that something will come just for you
Do you realize that you are inferior to a fish?
You have a conscience but still manage to perceive
The whole of your enviroment as a dynamic scheme serving your own purpose
Have you ever considered the fact that you might just be
a disgusting germ. infecting a failed suicide wound
Bottom line is if we were to only fathom what is really going on
Behind the veil of self righteousness and global common sense
Underneath the crust of our static observations of a whole called reality
We would I think witness a massive micro-cellular revolt
which would result in a blistering genosuicide
2. Primal Chaos Layers
the ability to pass undisturbed
Restructuring frames of thought
Blazing all that does not follow icons
Within this scrupulous cold calculating mind
Emotional fluids gushes, staying focused on silent hate
Perspectives morphing, universe falling into chaos
Being receptive to all that triggers
Creativity and every aspect that can be isolated
Not basing anything, just opposing everything
This everquestionning process injected in primal disharmony
There is no culminating point, experience is biased
Events dont necesseraly affect the spirit
One may feel depressed in a state of mind
And on the next awakening might feel light-hearted
This excrusiating feeling of losing harmony
Layers of emotions that covets reality
The seeds of emptiness emblazoned in chaos layers
How can we plan evolution? Cause to effect becomes obsolete
Were left to react on a momments essence
Or endlessly analyse every dissociation present
I dont seem to be able to drown myself in sufficiency
What reflects in solitude
Is a method to not lose the grasp of the I
For chaos indeed corrupts the weak
And therefor creation unveils a striking flaw
For a mind that seeks perfection Understands that he may not substract himself
From basic laws that clusters reality in its whole
What is subsequent is a spiritual nightmare
Are you the product of what you aspire?
and what you can manage to be
fueled by daily, tiny sparks of hope
Processed by your brain to give an impression
of linear evolution, revolving around events
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