Art & Severance
In a matter, in a dark destructive matter
Down the well or sink, whatever
Into essence that will never suffice
Unattainable and lost...
Dispossession and a hollow
Inconceivable to inexpressible
Words fade, hearts fail and
Actions don't speak
Degraded lasting silence
Inhibits the host motionless
Imagination has left the server
Narration botched to tell
What no one ever asked to hear
Can something be lost before it belongs?
Long after days became unclear
All the nights turned into songs
From love to hate and all inspiration to despair
To death's lair
To death's lair
Through the barren wasteland
And through the shrouded grand passage
Where time in a glass with sand
Can't tell you where you stand
On the line between beginning and the end
Well, it doesn't matter
It did not ever matter
From insignificant to aether
The presence wilting for the better
Hurled into the nether, nether world of hell
No exception, in one moment, everyone gets to know it well
Everyone will get to know hell!
If belief in a fantasy from an age of simplicity
Manifested in reality, I'll see you there at the end
Till then, to your offspring, through the stories you can pretend
Like the fathers before, there was never a saint
All born from the same, same whore, all ill and soul taint
In vain and discontent
How trivial, truly limited
Through the barren wasteland
And through the shrouded grand passage
Where time in a glass with sand
Can't tell you where you stand
On the line between beginning and the end
Well, it doesn't matter
It did not ever matter
From insignificant to aether
Dispersed, now the irreplaceable sin
Sought to corrupt the unseen, unknown
Life never confirmed
How much time will it take
To fuck that up as well
To blast it into nothing
A touch of irresistible psychological possession
Down the well or sink, whatever
Into essence that will never suffice
Unattainable and lost...
Dispossession and a hollow
Inconceivable to inexpressible
Words fade, hearts fail and
Actions don't speak
Degraded lasting silence
Inhibits the host motionless
Imagination has left the server
Narration botched to tell
What no one ever asked to hear
Can something be lost before it belongs?
Long after days became unclear
All the nights turned into songs
From love to hate and all inspiration to despair
To death's lair
To death's lair
Through the barren wasteland
And through the shrouded grand passage
Where time in a glass with sand
Can't tell you where you stand
On the line between beginning and the end
Well, it doesn't matter
It did not ever matter
From insignificant to aether
The presence wilting for the better
Hurled into the nether, nether world of hell
No exception, in one moment, everyone gets to know it well
Everyone will get to know hell!
If belief in a fantasy from an age of simplicity
Manifested in reality, I'll see you there at the end
Till then, to your offspring, through the stories you can pretend
Like the fathers before, there was never a saint
All born from the same, same whore, all ill and soul taint
In vain and discontent
How trivial, truly limited
Through the barren wasteland
And through the shrouded grand passage
Where time in a glass with sand
Can't tell you where you stand
On the line between beginning and the end
Well, it doesn't matter
It did not ever matter
From insignificant to aether
Dispersed, now the irreplaceable sin
Sought to corrupt the unseen, unknown
Life never confirmed
How much time will it take
To fuck that up as well
To blast it into nothing
A touch of irresistible psychological possession
Credits
Writer(s): Mihael Jelenko
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