A Moment Of Bliss
I am the stone that turns to ashes
The word that no one speaks
I am the plague I am the wasteland
That no one knows
I am the storm that makes no rumble
The voice that can't be heard
I am the book that won't be written
A story still untold
Whose is this face at which I stare
What is this flesh that I must bear
This rotten halo I've been wearing too long
Are these eyes or just holes
Just let me perfect this
Whose is this mask of skin and bone
Just carve my last words into stone
I call this solitude for just what it is
Not the end of the world just a moment of bliss
I am the fairytale of nothing
The dust that no one cleans
I am the fruit that won't be eaten
Forbidden one
I am the scream of utter silence
The cliff no one will reach
No man no mountain and no island
A land so vague and bleak
Whose is this face at which I stare
What is this flesh that I must bear
This rotten halo I've been wearing too long
Are these eyes or just holes
Just let me perfect this
Whose is this mask of skin and bone
Just carve my last words into stone
I call this solitude for just what it is
Not the end of the world just a moment of bliss
Whose is this face at which I stare
What is this flesh that I must bear
This rotten halo I've been wearing too long
Are these eyes or just holes
Just let me perfect this
Whose is this mask of skin and bone
Just carve my last words into stone
I call this solitude for just what it is
Not the end of the world just a moment of bliss
Just a moment of bliss
Not the end of the world just a moment of bliss
The word that no one speaks
I am the plague I am the wasteland
That no one knows
I am the storm that makes no rumble
The voice that can't be heard
I am the book that won't be written
A story still untold
Whose is this face at which I stare
What is this flesh that I must bear
This rotten halo I've been wearing too long
Are these eyes or just holes
Just let me perfect this
Whose is this mask of skin and bone
Just carve my last words into stone
I call this solitude for just what it is
Not the end of the world just a moment of bliss
I am the fairytale of nothing
The dust that no one cleans
I am the fruit that won't be eaten
Forbidden one
I am the scream of utter silence
The cliff no one will reach
No man no mountain and no island
A land so vague and bleak
Whose is this face at which I stare
What is this flesh that I must bear
This rotten halo I've been wearing too long
Are these eyes or just holes
Just let me perfect this
Whose is this mask of skin and bone
Just carve my last words into stone
I call this solitude for just what it is
Not the end of the world just a moment of bliss
Whose is this face at which I stare
What is this flesh that I must bear
This rotten halo I've been wearing too long
Are these eyes or just holes
Just let me perfect this
Whose is this mask of skin and bone
Just carve my last words into stone
I call this solitude for just what it is
Not the end of the world just a moment of bliss
Just a moment of bliss
Not the end of the world just a moment of bliss
Credits
Writer(s): Björn Frölich, Tomas Carmler, Tomaz Hallberg
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