music: Talon
lyrics: Totalscorn
An engendering calling to mind no front lines
Sheltered and dazed in balderdash most profound
Ideals now conjectural
- And have been for long -
The conceited strides of bigger brothers
Once just enthused by anger and its treason
Finding the abyss truly glancing back
My conscience sinister sins stacked
Those times, of effortless infinity of spirit
Moments of the sloth, thoughts tumbling into property
War times, a hundred years or more
Beyond shores and high coast rick – Catastrophe shall flock
Flood times, as if revelation-writ – It’ll self-destruct, you needn’t pray for it.
In this hell-hole called existence
That I don’t lament but hate
I become the cold rock of ship-wreck
As I can’t take the common bait
Those times, of effortless infinity of spirit
Moments of the sloth, thoughts tumbling into property
War times, a hundred years or more
Beyond shores and high coast rick – Catastrophe shall flock
Come forth, desolate era
For which those of accord dismay
Salutations on behalf of the of the inevitable
Babylonian tower resting on religious clay
In this hell-hole called existence
That I don’t lament but hate |
