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THE BEREAVED LYRICS
"Inverted icons" (2002 Demo)
1. Hollow Child
2. Silverspoon
3. Angels Ablaze
4. Lines In Shape
1. Hollow Child
The wounds i have, are ripped up scars
Penetrate with words, it hurts us all
Unseen since birth, like all dead stars
Allways forgotten, its my fall
(chorus)
Surreal dimension, inside my soul
It’s me… (but) i will never show
For some i’ve lied, while the angels cried
I’ll forever be…the hollow…
The pain inside, feels so unreal
Chaos and (its) beuty, never fear
You have never seen, a child alone
Never fade in, forever fade out
Never born a sin
Never let them in
Never ever follow
Forever hollow
(chorus)
Surreal dimension, inside my soul
It’s me… (but) i will never show
For some i’ve lied, while the angels cried
A drained out soul of a hollow child
As nothingness embrace
Embrace my soul
A nightmares dream, is to hear me scream
As darkness gathers, i loose my feathers
The darkened silhouette, a sketch of death
The mutual chaos, for a mentally dranged
(chorus)
Surreal dimension, inside my soul
It’s me… (but) i will never show
For some i’ve lied, while the angels cried
I’ll forever be, the…hollow…child
2. Silverspoon
Created from a single cell
Brought to the world to give you hell
Entangled in an infants dwell
But almost ready to break the shell
Inseminated chromosomes
Will it be X or Y
Manipulated mithocondries
Will they ever try to fly
chorus:
I wonder what a life will be worth
when clones inherit our big blue earth
Future predicted, Perfect genes
And born with a silverspoon in mouth at birth
An innocent embryo
Raised in an organ orchard
Laboratory evolution
Fertilized demonic DNA
Biological, Diabolical, A flawless breed
Infernal offspring, Grown from the perfect seed
Armageddon, The result of scientific greed
Will you find the achilles´ heel and make it bleed
An elite replica
Growing tissue in a tube
The devil doll will break the shell
Let´s just hope they extinguish religion
3. Angels Ablaze
With a glimpse into the crystal ball
I see gods hordes of angels fall
Surrounded with inverted icons
I rip the feathers from wings so white
The house of god is standing tall
Unaware of its fall
Come on soldiers hear my call
Bring the torches for the wooden wall
Trapped in fire, I burn the holy whore
A divine candle, Screaming for more
Holy havoc, Rotten to the core
I´m infernal, Posessed by gore
With a glipse into the crystal ball
I see gods whores the angels fall
Surrounded with inverted icons
I rip the feathers from wings so white
Burn at the stake to redeem your crime
Chapelsmoke makes the daylight grey
You fold your hands and hide
You force yourself into a silent pray
But if wishes were horses every beggar would ride
4. Lines In Shape
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