Fëanturi : Grey Design
Lyrics
1. PAIN
(instrumental)
2. LAST MEN'S DAWN
Another day, same other sun, another scene, another mask. Pain creeping into and madness overcoming. Could I endure? Fooling myself, over and over again. Indefinitely keeping repeating I would succeed, extricating myself from this labyrinth. My iris are drawning, now lost in waves of perplexity, hoping melancholy to get out, following the stream of this tiny flows. I thought we all were friends. Opposed but joined together. Hate and wrath Fighting upon the fields of my consciousness. Hold up your shields, against my mind, wilderness. Joined together to destruct the precarious walls, build with so much, much, difficulty. To stand against my mind's kundalini. Hate 'cause you deserve it, hate 'cause I need it. I will destroy those troubling visions, need to get into rebellion. Unleash the hells of my new will, and crush the lies beneath the city grounds. Need to kill to survive, guilty I am, be mad or standard, normal life of an unsated mind.
3. AND AFTER...
(instrumental)
4. A BUTTERFLY IN THE STREAM
Broken wings, unusual winds, swirling in a fluid atmosphere. No grip on life, no claws to hang on, no nails to hold on, wish the current to flow easily on me would like to have scales. A smooth tegument with no roughness, taken in the net of life, no mucus to get through the meshes. Trapped in this immaterial net, can't see any mind-sucker in this web. But I still can feel its hunger, devouring my soul little by little. Will I drown once more in the sea of boredom? Will I succumb again to this agony? Time to escape from this whirlwind, take the control of my own path, floating again in a fearless wind. Long time ago I lost my sails, would they ever grow back? To live anew, along my way. Reborn I will, and fly once again. Once more, no bound above, once more, the sky is the limit.
5. HYPOTHETIC PROTHESIS
Doubt and question infiltrating the gaps, angst of a terrible loss, a so long quest upon your footprints, searching for peace of mind through your messages, thinking I was becoming myself. Your words became my worlds. Fanciful times, spent on illusion, you labelled me, I covered you and after all. A mere blank wall, you dwell far upper than I can get. A real word to which, my access is still denied, I can't get any closer to it, yet I'm still out of it. You have exiled me from myself. I feel lost, abandoned, as I realize that I'm still on the wrong way. A false universe, an ersatztic existence. Where everything that shines lifelike, reveals itself to be just another fake. Tasting the well-being of non-being. Just an error, worshipped you as guides, you're all just fakes in your way I'll have to find my own path. Stairing toward my inner desires will my transformation end someday? Rebuilt as a necessity, I miss the key.
6. PAGAN POETRY (BJORK COVER)
Pedalling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
Morsecoding signals (signals)
They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
(pulsate) from my hibernate
On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
....
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
She loves him, she loves him
I'm gonna keep me to myself
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
I'm gonna keep my all to myself
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
7. DOWNER
(instrumental)
8. EMPTY WORLD
Emerging from everyday drowsiness, dreaming of eternal rest, I'm conscious my life is a blank, that my world is empty, not just empty in fact. Overfloating between flabby and indestructible walls, people around me like a gigantic wave of flaccid flesh Social unrest, a place which seems known and horrible at the same time. My life no more fits my inner voice, always felt like a stranger to myself. Prisoner of a slimy world, hunched up in my own existence. Is it really mine? Moving in a viscous environnement, caught in a tunnel swarming with useless creatures. Since the begin, as the situation changed? The feeling of unease grows bigger. Panic's rising in this unlimited continuum, my life like an endless tube. Try to react, pushing on the extensible walls with no effect, memory of shape, no choice: following or suffocating, I'm conscious of the event coming. Life has gnawed me enough, like an enormous contraction advancing. The end coming to crush, life itself gonna swat me like nothing. Can I resist, should I perish, I'm fading away. No hope this could be pleasant, life is gonna crush me till the end, suffering has no ending.
9. THOUGHTLESS
(instrumental)
10. WEAK EMOTIONS
Wicked lights through the mist, hearing the beats of my heart, how did I came on this awful list, was this the worst part? No more hope for rescue, then a new time appear, I'm gonna have a different point of view, I'll soon become the master of fear! Have been just a dummy, between the jaws of a multiple beast, suffered pain and lunacy, now got the strength to shake my fist. At every self-pretended boss, ready for this necessary slaughter. Never make the sign of the cross, god is just a filthy betrayer. No more persecutions mutilating my soul, stop them trampling underfoot my identity. No more events beyond my control, let's break out my inner personality. Time to dictate my conditions, now ruled by the will for power, just pull apart my weak emotions, let's ruin the established order. The tremendous rage which is mine, now enters the game (fame/flame), just discover the time (crime), when you will cry my name.
11. EVENING HOPE
(instrumental)
12. GHALYNÄ DEATH
(instrumental)
(instrumental)
2. LAST MEN'S DAWN
Another day, same other sun, another scene, another mask. Pain creeping into and madness overcoming. Could I endure? Fooling myself, over and over again. Indefinitely keeping repeating I would succeed, extricating myself from this labyrinth. My iris are drawning, now lost in waves of perplexity, hoping melancholy to get out, following the stream of this tiny flows. I thought we all were friends. Opposed but joined together. Hate and wrath Fighting upon the fields of my consciousness. Hold up your shields, against my mind, wilderness. Joined together to destruct the precarious walls, build with so much, much, difficulty. To stand against my mind's kundalini. Hate 'cause you deserve it, hate 'cause I need it. I will destroy those troubling visions, need to get into rebellion. Unleash the hells of my new will, and crush the lies beneath the city grounds. Need to kill to survive, guilty I am, be mad or standard, normal life of an unsated mind.
3. AND AFTER...
(instrumental)
4. A BUTTERFLY IN THE STREAM
Broken wings, unusual winds, swirling in a fluid atmosphere. No grip on life, no claws to hang on, no nails to hold on, wish the current to flow easily on me would like to have scales. A smooth tegument with no roughness, taken in the net of life, no mucus to get through the meshes. Trapped in this immaterial net, can't see any mind-sucker in this web. But I still can feel its hunger, devouring my soul little by little. Will I drown once more in the sea of boredom? Will I succumb again to this agony? Time to escape from this whirlwind, take the control of my own path, floating again in a fearless wind. Long time ago I lost my sails, would they ever grow back? To live anew, along my way. Reborn I will, and fly once again. Once more, no bound above, once more, the sky is the limit.
5. HYPOTHETIC PROTHESIS
Doubt and question infiltrating the gaps, angst of a terrible loss, a so long quest upon your footprints, searching for peace of mind through your messages, thinking I was becoming myself. Your words became my worlds. Fanciful times, spent on illusion, you labelled me, I covered you and after all. A mere blank wall, you dwell far upper than I can get. A real word to which, my access is still denied, I can't get any closer to it, yet I'm still out of it. You have exiled me from myself. I feel lost, abandoned, as I realize that I'm still on the wrong way. A false universe, an ersatztic existence. Where everything that shines lifelike, reveals itself to be just another fake. Tasting the well-being of non-being. Just an error, worshipped you as guides, you're all just fakes in your way I'll have to find my own path. Stairing toward my inner desires will my transformation end someday? Rebuilt as a necessity, I miss the key.
6. PAGAN POETRY (BJORK COVER)
Pedalling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
Morsecoding signals (signals)
They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
(pulsate) from my hibernate
On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
....
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
She loves him, she loves him
I'm gonna keep me to myself
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
I'm gonna keep my all to myself
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
7. DOWNER
(instrumental)
8. EMPTY WORLD
Emerging from everyday drowsiness, dreaming of eternal rest, I'm conscious my life is a blank, that my world is empty, not just empty in fact. Overfloating between flabby and indestructible walls, people around me like a gigantic wave of flaccid flesh Social unrest, a place which seems known and horrible at the same time. My life no more fits my inner voice, always felt like a stranger to myself. Prisoner of a slimy world, hunched up in my own existence. Is it really mine? Moving in a viscous environnement, caught in a tunnel swarming with useless creatures. Since the begin, as the situation changed? The feeling of unease grows bigger. Panic's rising in this unlimited continuum, my life like an endless tube. Try to react, pushing on the extensible walls with no effect, memory of shape, no choice: following or suffocating, I'm conscious of the event coming. Life has gnawed me enough, like an enormous contraction advancing. The end coming to crush, life itself gonna swat me like nothing. Can I resist, should I perish, I'm fading away. No hope this could be pleasant, life is gonna crush me till the end, suffering has no ending.
9. THOUGHTLESS
(instrumental)
10. WEAK EMOTIONS
Wicked lights through the mist, hearing the beats of my heart, how did I came on this awful list, was this the worst part? No more hope for rescue, then a new time appear, I'm gonna have a different point of view, I'll soon become the master of fear! Have been just a dummy, between the jaws of a multiple beast, suffered pain and lunacy, now got the strength to shake my fist. At every self-pretended boss, ready for this necessary slaughter. Never make the sign of the cross, god is just a filthy betrayer. No more persecutions mutilating my soul, stop them trampling underfoot my identity. No more events beyond my control, let's break out my inner personality. Time to dictate my conditions, now ruled by the will for power, just pull apart my weak emotions, let's ruin the established order. The tremendous rage which is mine, now enters the game (fame/flame), just discover the time (crime), when you will cry my name.
11. EVENING HOPE
(instrumental)
12. GHALYNÄ DEATH
(instrumental)
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