Brutart - Mimic lyrics
Tracks 01. Fade
02. Termites 03. Immigrants 04. Delirium 05. Fabric Of Illumination 06. Rebellion 07. Materia 08. The Verge 09. Marionette 10. Fiends Of Sympathy 11. Desert 01. Fade Music by Brutart
The enemy is finally here
On the edge, one step from the eyes Where the world steps into the shades The thought of man fades through and through Where does the nighttime end? Gliding through the landscapes of dust Where everything's a death And the human faces glow In their own worst bitterness Where does the nighttime end? Gliding through the times of wonder Where everything's a dream And the human heartbeats slow down Where does the nighttime end? I see all the future here Staring back at me With no words that say I'm sorry With no words that say Who's right The enemy is finally within Take a part and leave no scent 02. Termites Music by Brutart
Out to the opinion forgotten
As nothing else can be said The barren belonging of trust From the inside so constantly eaten We carry the termites In everyone's heart The falling of stature Collapsing until We finally come down The painfully worn unbeliever On top of your long gone yourself Like the treason that covers the trail To the inside that's totally gone We carry the termites In everyone's heart The falling of stature Collapsing until We finally come down Take in the outcrying splinter As nothing else can be said The barren, the eaten, the hollow Is the gift in my still human chest We carry the termites In everyone's heart The falling of stature We finally come down 03. Immigrants Music by Brutart
Immune to self preserving thoughts
A handfull of disposable ideas The question mark in my discovery I'm leaving all this life alone? The triggers click and bullets ring Where no man has set its foot There you are a girly thing Deeper in me than oblivion Closer here where doors wife open Invite the lost outcasts to enter The direction led into the folly You're leaving me in this alone?! The triggers click and bullets ring Where no man has set its foot There you are a girly thing Deeper in me than oblivion All around the walls are rising Where two once met, one is too many Self centered, egoistic trip To turn the madness into triumph All around, behind each day A handfull of disposable new friends The question mark in my discovery Why on earth are we alone? Immune to self constructive thoughts Tired from these guilty faces Blind me with you thankful temper So i could never see what follows The triggers click the bullets ring Where no man has set its foot There you are a girly thing Deeper in me than oblivion 04. Delirium Music by Brutart
Have you seen them as I have?
The crippled fingers of the life Grabbing for the straws Have you seen them where I have? The night mare has me sealed In the chamber of delirium The incest of all good intentions Has paved my way to Hell Don't you hear me how I scream? In the chamber-Safe and sound? Burn your pride and kneel with me Father, I am sorry! Father, I am sorry! The nightmare has me here Grabbing for the straws The lowest points of the existence Has thrown this glance into my eyes There is abyss where days are shortening Beneath your feet, above the heaven Kneel down to me, I'm sinking deeper Wherein dirt has found its place Father, I am sorry! Father, I am sorry! 05. Fabric Of Illumination Music by Brutart
Stalk the nerve that sails upon the wind
How does it feel to had it lost? The secret flame that subtly burns Is the weight that pulls under What are the odds to make it through When estrangement makes a move? Let lonely nights do all the work Then step outside and take a look Where all the dreamwork is Outside the skin and out of reach Close to heart and stuck in throat From the thought gone into night While defeated sentiment stays near You never got your share of this Stalk the wind and sail to cross the sea So quit one can get from life In our dust filled caves of pleasure A stranger is welcome guest For what's worth more when all is gone To shut it out or to invite it in? Let lonely nights do all the work Then step outside and take a look Where all the lost years are Outside the skin and out of reach Close to heart and stuck in throat From the thoughts gone into night While defeated sentiment stays near You never got your share of this No traces left to get us back now No traces left to get us back now 06. Rebellion Music by Brutart
The beating on the conscience unclean
I can't stand to feel the courage leaving Keep hardening the heart Rebellion I swear to make a stand and reject The heartbeat of the puny design keep clinging to the moral exterior The vulgar descend Rebellion I swear to send all the forces against I swear to tame the fierce uncontrol (I swear!) let in/out the impact of the deep fruition Rebellious as the interior flows A renaissance of spirit I don't dare to repel The changes of everything Memento You bring a fading feature to life Rebellious to the deviant tones Straying towards the better and the absolute Mediocrity come Memento Rebellion is a staggering waltz Memento Rebellion is a staggering waltz 07. Materia Music by Brutart
In the body of the things
That separate fate from the friend The patient talent of survival Leads me to the ever-knowing On this verge of sleep and life You shine heaven through the fever What a duet, visionary Half so holy, half obscene The battery that runs the image Is the torn in silent throat The tambourine rings on through aeons The materia of the tribe like men With its everchanging flame The saddest spark amidst the sun Each so detailed in its limit Unsurpassed its never done The forger of the red thin line Stitched from morals' bloody rags What a duet, visionary Half naked, half visionary The quiet drift into the punishment Provoked, unseen and likewise boring In the body of the things That uncontained leads into folly The lonely wreckage of reflection Leads me to the everbeing- Me 08. The Verge Music by Brutart
...And the verge
Became the point From where the falling Is just a single step into the dark, A new day Out of myself Uplift the standard For your caring now makes me a dead man The verge is lost The verge is lost 09. Marionette Music by Brutart
Marionette you're bleeding
Dead times falls apart Forging through me Your pain in my eyes Watching, the phantoms die And your eyes are real Crescent of infinity Light my mortality I'm cursed in light forever, forever, forever Your pain is my eyes I'm watching, my phantoms die Life's ordinary guide In the soul a slid thing Awaking from the fear Disorder left behind Your pain in my eyes Watching, the phantoms die Your pain is my eyes I'm watching, my phantoms die I'm cursed in life forever, forever, forever 10. Fiends Of Sympathy Music by Brutart
From the peal of the midnight debate
All dressed up in black with the collar The strangers among the regrets That lift up the voice to the skies From the blink of the vanishing word So sunk into tears and the frown The strangers among the regrets That call down to me from the spine Not bent but totally broken Is the sense of the story to tell The fiend that come, flooding my ear Out of nowhere, unwind, and there's me From the string of the tormented youth So brave and so made for the world The strangers among the regrets That nail down my pain to the rage From the peal of the midnight confession All dressed up in black with the tie The strangers among the regrets That murmur the reasons to me not bent but totally broken Is the sense of the story to tell The fiend that come, feeding my fear Out of nowhere, unwind, and there's me 11. Desert Music by Brutart
Dawn of a desert
A getaway from the chaos within? Nourishing hope That need no satisfaction You keep me there A child in innocent play Playing with me A game of understanding And I try to find a way Through the desert of my thoughts I try to find my way To man's runaway nirvana What will follow? I stare but I see little Sky has withered, Water looks like vision, Vision floats high, Like metaphor of Hell, Hell is desert A hand that wrings all souls I wonder Can I be wringed of anything Your inferno says it all! We won't leave The desert of time |