Atrophy Of The HeartSlumbering eyes deserted from life
Stagnant breaths buried deep in my chest
Apathy flows through every pore of this flesh
Lay this soul to rest, lay these bones to rest
A faceless crowd, carrying their woes
With tired shoulders, dressed in rust
A thought still lingers upon my toungue
From Ashes Come NothingLöften
En massa tomma ord
Hur kunde du sjunka så djupt
Havet
Blått, stormigt och kallt
Där lämnar vi varandra
He Wears a Mask, and his Face Grows to Fit itOh how you wear that crown so lightly
Spewing prejudice while being against it
You sit on that throne so high and mighty
Spewing ignorance and judging all else
All you want is recognition
Everything you say is a contradiction
That crown and throne will be void some day
In Darkness I Sleepdeceit
behind those lying eyes
dormant
in silence i preach
detatched
void of empathy
witless
in your ignorance i breed
Our Hearts were GardensI always used to believe
That what's current is the prime
But as my hairline recedes
My beliefs do the same
I miss the sensation of walking home in the dead of winter,
embracing what's real instead of escaping
I miss the times when we molded our futures
PretendA boot stamping on a face sets the scene
for reality openly obscene
Taught not to question the roles we are granted
quelling urges of thoughts any grander
But I guess that it's hard to see
the horizon of a sullied sea
when ocean's stirred and the current wrecks
and shallow waters cover necks
Reap What You SowNot a word learned or listened to
Wasting away is the norm to you
With your right arm raised, and it just strikes me
as hypocrisy singing "thou ancient, thou free"
In your final hour, when all the regrets dwell
Have you wasted your life and lived in vain?
Seasons Don't Fear The Reaper, We Can Be Like They AreFreedom - so seldom achieved
But we managed to build our safeplace,
Our haven where each dogday
made the pieces fall in place
Where forever seemed like yesterday
and our souls were set ablaze
The Romans Make A Desert And Call It PeaceThese walls that we put up are making short work
Pulling asunder and tearing apart
Enabling our senses to disconnect
Leaving eachother with nothing at all
I guess this feeling ain't mutual
Judging from your awkward conversations
You show no interest in our lives
To Live is to be HauntedWe're settling for nothing less
But countless times of saying "no"
This nonchalance could not impress
But rather speed this newfound low
No refuge and no escape
From this situations shape
Our eyes are faint and and yet percieve
We Wished to Free the Captured FoxesAssault - on our civil rights
They don't care for you or your fair insights
Enforce - daily misery
Anti-progression of our liberty
Cruelty - apologized
As they breach your home and cause you demise
Menace - clad in navy blue
You Embrace Your DecayDon't deny your part in setting the tone for our end
You were always a sore that I could not amend
Nothing I said or did could ever have stopped this
Chokehold that you embrace and with it - your decay
And now we're finally out of bounds
You've served your last drink spiked with perfume
This rendevouz was fake from the get-go