1. |
Mind Descent
05:41
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This man has no more life
No limits to confine
This nothingness
And no one to confide in
And as his body's losing moves
He fails to give the brain some clues
And breed connections
To obtain self-conscious identification
Everything is not real
Yet illusive it's all an ordeal
And it tempts to pass away
But the very thought gives dismay
Ch:
Feels right to pile up scars
Of never going nightmares
And feign truth that never abides
Seems mind's gone far too down
Out of reach of what's left sane
He stays in void between the two
If there could be
Direction which way to steer
To find, to see
That this man is me
Deprived of will
He lingers in this void still
Oh, can he see
That this man is me?
Was there a time he thought him wise
Or was it guilt to emphasise
His shallowness
When world could not suffice?
And was it knowledge that he sought
Or just his ego that got blurred
With the wish to gain admiration
By adopting mind to self-elaboration?
Might is gained with the sweat
He is now his own mind architect
He explores the inner sea
But he drowns in his prison to be
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2. |
Losing Sanity
04:12
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There is this man I see
A pale projection of mine
A tragic travesty
Offence and loath combined
His lips are deadly white
His frightful fingers shake
Am I to stay alive
Or am I to lose my own shape?
Ch:
He caresses his trembling palms
And he stares and breaths never calm
Once his eyes have stuck right on me
I can't stop feeling I am losing my sanity
Now clock've struck half past two
He slowly bends towards me
He looks like death's bridegroom
In search of engagement ring
"It's the darkness that's fooling on me
With the lights on he will not have me"
As my room brightens my mind is dim
For I still see his pallid lip grin
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3. |
Achieving All The Aims
04:13
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Scatterred fragments of once sweet visions and long died words
Deeper scars grow caused by remorse
Overwhelmed with the not real feelings stolen from the years of my pride
I am but a shade of mine
Go stiff as the days pass by
I don’t know if I can survive
This fruitless waiting for a better time
I was wrong I’m still wronger these days
Trying to grip all those fragile things
Or erase them till I can’t tell I’m sane
Dwell on on times
Of once shone glory to die
You’ve had the sweet
And further life is a bitter bit
Ch:
Achieving all the aims what’s left?
The Grief and Sloth, the crisis set
The seed of moral degradation
But you don’t dare to lose control
The dynamics of thoughts and images seem to fade
It is equal to the worms' parade
Something’s trembling itching fourth rib from the inside
A progeny of once mighty beat
Glory tastes like I want to spit
Evolve your mind
Do not make your aim of fixed type
Design, perfect
Your life long project
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4. |
Astral Promenade
04:19
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Struck by insomnia I look out to the skies
And feel the chill along my skin
As I see two silhouettes walk among the stars
One figure's Black, it's even darker than the night
The other one looks just as if spun out of Light
Their steps echo inside of my mind
I see they are images of mine
Their footprints form a rows of stars
That mark Their gleaming Root
Which has to end up in my heart
And the Figures seem like images of Deja Vu
One's the first distress caused by opening of life
The Other seems to cut my efforts to survive
They are the phobia that now inflicts
They are My personal Apocalypse
So far I breathe
but this craziest innuendo makes me get that I have seen
God's Providence. And I shouldn't have
And now my life is counting minutes to death
Now I've lost the count of how nights and days take turn
I'm getting old but relished not the taste of conscious soul
Hallucination's gone and yet my mind is breached
My mummified existence is beyond my reach
These walls are my sanctuary
I am a creature with no breed
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5. |
Thy Shadow
03:52
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insrumental
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6. |
Persephone
04:22
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Through darkening waves of ages
That rot when seconds fall
And lag behind us racing
For the better world
My mind drags endless memories
Mixing 'em with images, confusing 'em to haunt
To let my throbbing temples
Re-arrange borders
Of my impure soul.
All that's left is scorn, no affection's born.
I get down on my knees. Have mercy on me, my Persephone!
Bearing no fire, no light, exhausted I torture myself.
Waiting for glimpse of the God - inspiration stem.
Stomped into mud, but I know depression is the boundary between
Renewals
Obsession may never have its sway
As long as my mind keeps the magic of each day
The essence of Your body, though only myth it be,
Disturbs imagination beyond clarity
Rise! Rise, my Dear One! restore my dignity
Take me from this actual boredom to sensuality
I... I disperse joy, how mournful my heart is
I... I do not know in the phase of your celibacy
Towards the brightening future I tread the path of bones
And remains of what was left, deceived, postponed
Glimpses of inspiration are they in store for me?
However, I am waiting, my Persephone
In my impure soul all that's left is hope
No more misanthrope
I get down on my knees. Have mercy on me, my Persephone!
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instrumental
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8. |
Inferno Waltz
05:06
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We are rolled and baked in whirlflames of sweet hell
And choked with tantrums due to which we think we can excel
If Only we could leave our fear and laziness and pride
Behind
We're shallow apostles with indifferent cries
We're way too far, the speed's so high on the fading line
Awaiting for a shriek to break and sweep this sleep away
And bring order to what has been quite in disarray
We bring the daggers of "Inertia" still deeper inside
Here comes the tide
Who was I
When we resigned?
Ch:
Wind me up and let me dance Inferno Waltz to feel divine
And let the centuries dilute and reinforce and intrude my mind
And leave me not a single place I could retreat and self-repeat
That's what I need...
For once, I know, we've tackled to superenlarging list
Of fairy-tales that once brought to your heart have to exist
So hear us spread our wings and prepare you hearts in advance
To dance!
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9. |
Vow
04:08
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Will you keep me in this frenzied illusion?
Make me think I need not a second to rest
Consume abomination
To reconsider one’s self-progression
Dim shadows of the past seem to linger
The weight of previous wins keeps bringing me down
Time demands some reestimation
To stop scar opening deliberation
Ch:
I vow to feel life with all of my senses
So that I could feel I live life to the full
Striving to keep up with a fantasy schedule
Waiting for the one, perfection to come
While life goes on without me
And I am left to contemplate my dream
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10. |
Gone With the Wind
05:12
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It seems like three lifetimes have passed since last time that I was in love
And even sounds from the memories faded and I'm screaming just to remind
That I'm still able to feel
The heart throb hard and relish taste of whims
But the time devours the efforts
Submerged by debauchery
Waking up at the wrong place, in wrong bed
I find these wounds still unhealed
Wiping another lipstick off my chicks
As if to clear soul, though I know my love has
CH:
Gone With the wind
I'm bound to believe
Just to fill the emptiness
Bits of the consciousness are still sweetened by your name
And due to this I feel that my thoughts get dimmer and I'm maddened at being the same
Fool I used to be
And that gives me the shivers of sweet pain
And here I am again to play this frivolous game
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