Illogicist - Subjected lyrics
Tracks 01. Into Your Mind
02. The High Price Of Confidence 03. Knowledge Curse 04. Every Straight Lie 05. Dissonant Perspectives 06. Subjected 07. Introspection 08. The Soul Feeder 09. The Last Show 01. Into Your Mind
[INSTRUMENTAL]
02. The High Price Of Confidence
Trust
Friend believed so near But now all it's so clear Fucking heaps - of human flesh Ruled by - wicked heads If you look around it's not easy to see People, they hide themselves Behind your honest shade Against your person Against you Sucking forces from your help The harsh fruit of friend ship The high price of confidence Give your blood For your friends But pay attention For your health Give your trust To their words But pay attention They won't be lost Time has gone and now You just have to choose What about a kind and gentle cup of hate Freezing over - words of hatred No more troubles - for their stabs The harsh fruit of friend ship The high price of confidence Give your blood For your friends But pay attention For your health Give your trust To their words But pay attention They won't be lost 03. Knowledge Curse
Frost on Earth cold in my eyes like ice - drift
Flow down slight dreams and heavy thought Present ruins from past to me Future calls a new black hole Deeds increase! Life! Crystallized Way for my growth I walk on a stream of lava Decompsed Universal entropy law A blank page eternally Empty spaces and no substance No light to see Eternity calls me Infinity kiss me I will expose a new breath I will improve a lower state Multiple beings nails in my brain pierce perpetual time Frost on Earth cold in my veins Like ice - Drift flow down The edge of sanity present ruins from the past to me Future calls a new approach To the awareness Life! Crystallized Way for my growth Eternity calls me, infinity kiss me I will expose a new breath I will improve a lower state Noble's disease, living in solitude Knowledge is mine I'm laughing at this curse Noble's revenge, melt his own enemy Knowledge makes free Misfortune of this life 04. Every Straight Lie
What If some day or night
A demon says to you The life you are living now You will have to live once more But nothing new will be Condemned to feel the same Jay and pain Why can't I choose a different lie Why can't I choose Every straight lie The circle of time The eternal Every straight lie The circle of life The eternal return Like a stone thrown up so high It must fall dwon so hard You will be crushed to death You will have to face your past 'Cause everything you will find It will be lived once more The life you are living now You will have to live once more But nothing new will be Condemned to feel the same Jay and pain Why can't I choose a different lie Why can't I choose Every straight lie The circle of time The eternal Every straight lie The circle of life The eternal return 05. Dissonant Perspectives
Rave...to believe in something
That doesn't exist Crazy...it makes me Looking for my own reality Whichever way... I look at it, it's always the same Thing...Rotting, the emotions I've never seen cry... Dissonant ways...for a dissonant life it doesn't persist Neurons...inebriated by the empirical flames of Perception...what can be seen from the abyss of Evil...Exciting every cell of my sick...brain... Dissonant perspectives consuming my dream The end unexpected of what I've ever seen Dissonant perspectives between mind cells and eyes The end unexpected of rationality Rage...To understand that only tales do not exist Affliction...It's been great, behind the wall of weeping Deranged mind...Abused by faith, It's always the same Thing...Crying, the emotions I've never felt Dissonant perspectives consuming my dream The end unexpected of what I've ever seen Dissonant perspectives between mind cells and eyes The end unexpected of rationality 06. Subjected
Close your eyes in the dark of your face
Visions of sins to feed up his taste Looking for signs the could help to live In a no more faith world, without rules without laws No man could know the power of his mind No mind could be understood by it's brain Subjection of your free will To be free to kill your Sense of independence The sense of your life Subjecting your spirt To be free o kill The taste of your wisdom The taste of your life From Grendel to Cain, converting your soul Brainwashed by words to believe, to be theirs From bible to Beowulf, no different ways mold their minds, to be free it's too late Different poems only for a big aim To subject your free will, to fill up their game Words... Tears... To feed up my mind To fill up their game Subjection of your free will To be free to kill your Sense of independence The sense of your life Subjecting your spirt To be free o kill The taste of your wisdom The taste of your life 07. Introspection
[Instrumental]
08. The Soul Feeder
Feel your brain consumed slow
And you know why There is no way, we can only pray Taste of times, devours your spine He's beyond us We are so weak, straggler bodies chained Starving eyes, looking inside And you know why He feeds on souls, rapes human thoughts Puppets of gods, as empty as life Flowing in veins He lifts his chalice, he begins to bite Eats our feelings, makes a living Reaper of life, hate is your knife Soul feeder, beware the feeble Soul feeder, beware of evil Words screaming pain, heart is his reign Drinking your lymph, drops slowly strain From his own mouth He steals our reason, he steals our life Trees without roots, men without god In your visions Hands on my head that they crush me down Tears our being, sucks our feeling Follower of evil, haunter of feeble Soul feeder, beware the feeble Soul feeder, beware of evil Words screaming pain, heart is his reign 09. The Last Show
You can feel the dust in your throat
Some minutes have the taste of a century Like a clock without a lance Like a zombie, sleep walker without a goal Our life is running so fast And we are all yearning for more To go back, looking into your past Without pain and your mental sore Clock without lances minutes that come Escaping from your last show But time is not so slow Kill your every shade. Kill your thoughts and your fate Try to escape. try to stop your hate Is not clear. The object of your fear Something cold. Something feeding your soul. The one day begin to open your mind No more time. The countdown is looking so slow For the end that's an offense But it won't keep you long from the last show Clock without lances minutes that come Escaping from your last show But time is not so slow |