ILLOGICIST LYRICS

1. Into Your Mind (Intro)

[Instrumental]

2. 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

3. 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

4. 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

5. 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

6. 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

7. Introspection

[Instrumental]

8. 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

9. 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







ILLOGICIST LYRICS