LETTERS FROM THE COLONY LYRICS
EP: "Letters From The Colony" (2011)
1. Intro2. Offal
3. Global Collective
4. Vulpes
5. Tillfälligt Självmord
1. Intro
2. Offal
To abyss with a favor opposed
To assist in a failure exposed
To deny your part in whole, and to remedy your truth
You're sinking fast in spite
The years so tender, bright
Fuck you and your martyr ways, they will not sooth
Just delude
They will not sooth
Just delude
They will not soothe you
Render your world
A bitter place
And show the fact that
You are
Offal
You are
Offal
Breaking apart once more
Allured by stronger force
Left rational thinking behind
Making you inept to realize
You were
Always
Offal
This is
The murder of truth
This is
What we call a truce
This i
As fatal as be
This is
A cold and fair retribution
You're losing shape as winter comes
The truth is shoved were it belongs
Your hand is shown, your cards are played
And still you quest why you're depraved
Breaking apart once more
Allured by stronger force
Left rational thinking behind
Making you inept to realize
You were
Always
Offal
In every sense of the word
You have always been Offal
You truly, honestly was
And will always be Offal
3. Global Collective
Hunted and trapped by mechanical dictators
Are we alone in the fight for a future
The machine that we created is now our master
And disobedience will not be accepted
Their twisted factories combines man and machine
I can feel their synthetic evil pumping in my manufactured veins
The darkness they created destroys and consumes everything
In its path, who will take over them
As they took on us
All we need
Is that one
Only one
Of those devouring metallic giants fail to regain,
Or just taste what hope feels like
A Global Collective Is created.
A city of mechanics
Where individuality
Is not authorized
Authorized
A child produced by technology created by something we built, what is time when everything good
Already happened. All we are, they created for someone's sick entertainment
Pets constructed for someone's profit
To exist should not be a burden.
All we need is that one
Only one
Of those devouring metallic giants fail to regain,
Or just a taste of what hope feels like
All I hope for is that we do not forget how to feel anything.
I'm not a machine [x4]
4. Vulpes
The voice of reason is shed through the halls
Responsibility denied
To shun the idea of free thought
And hail the appears
No more a truth than a bold faced lie
You sink your teeth into proven minds
And as for answers to cling to
You turn to one and only one:
A battered drone with conflicts of perfection
A Caesar adorned through a twisted perception
I will ascend through the skies as they diverge and uphold
All that is, truth restraints, gratitude and all demise
No one knows the answers
No one comprehends
Prepare for trepidation
Prepare for neglect
Prepare for sorrow
No divine holds more allure;
You're oblivious through core
Never will we know for sure
Whether there is something more
To know, to see
To deny, or to be
All is lost though all is found
Since like us all, you are earthbound
5. Tillfälligt Självmord
Allt ska brinna
Vad i helvete är det som händer
Varför öppnade ögonen sig
Varför är jag ens vaken just nu
Jag borde vila mig
Min kropp är matt och värker
Fyra timmar är för lite för mig
Jag hatar känslan av att vakna
[REF:]
Mitt liv är gjort för någon
Som förtjänar det mer än mig
Så håll din käft och låt mig sova
Du pressar mig, mot nåt, jag ser som tillfälligt självmord
Så håll din käft och låt mig sova
Jag har glömt hur man känner nån glädje
Saknar känslan av att vara behövd
Jag är ett skal av mitt forna jag
Och nu får jag bita i äpplet
Min värld den rasar samman
Allt jag byggt det ligger i spillor
Allt som står kvar är lögner och hat
Och inget kan frodas i mörker
[REF:]
Mitt liv är gjort för någon
Som förtjänar det mer än mig
Så håll din käft och låt mig sova
Du pressar mig, mot nåt, jag ser som tillfälligt självmord
Så håll din käft och låt mig... sova
Jag är så trött på allt och inget gör det bättre
Jag hatar allt som finns omkring mig
Alla ska brinna
Du är nånting som inte någon borde lyssna på
Käften
Om du inte har något bättra att säga.
Jag begår tillfälligt självmord [x2]
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