Sleep - Volume 1 lyrics
Tracks 01. Stillborn
02. The Suffering 03. Numb 04. Anguish 05. Catatonic 06. Nebuchadnezzar's Dream 07. The Wall Of Yawn 08. Prey 01. Stillborn
Souls are siphoning
Spirit begins to drain - to drain Feel the presence of obscurity Nailed to the saw of reality Sad repressions Deep impressions In this womb Remove and consume Break control and remove this fetus 02. The Suffering
Our children will die and the greed will continue
From the womb into pain and agony Where pain and agony equal a profit -- a profit The pain inside my head tries to control my life What is a soul, a mind, constructed by social bind What is a soul what is a mind, constructed 03. Numb
Crushing of soul
Rotting of spirit Degradation of mind Black sphere battling Unsustained life giver The rapped mother spits Mother spits 04. Anguish
The slaves emerge with sunken face
The progress of mankind stand still Viewing the landscape Rotting existence that your government has created Throughout your life Skeleton (unclean) The slaves emerge with sunken face The progress of mankind stand still Viewing the landscape of a rotting existence 05. Catatonic
Born under water
Raised to drown By an anatomy of tears The water crashes against the neck Of a reluctant child Born without an abdomen Melt the hammer that breaks the hearts... It will wait under a diaphragm sky A ruptured diaphragm sky Die 06. Nebuchadnezzar's Dream
Have fallen to the earth this day
People go their separate ways Majestic tree of life decays Human did not change its ways The sun is set from sky to sea Mankind meets his destiny Majestic tree of life decays Sun is set from sky to sea Mankind meets it's destiny Malady 07. The Wall Of Yawn
Souls of friction close your eyes
Will guide you to the other side Astrosphere inviting you Your spirit trapped in solitude Altered celestial Time cosmic Wisdom flowing Spirit Soaring mental Wisdom soaring and solstice Eclipsed 08. Prey
The surgeon removes an open heart
And scrapes it clean give it a heart machine Why The surgery failed Their hands remain clean cannibal machine Pray for the eyes The eyes of the prey That are clinched tight in the fist of a butcher |