LOUDBLAST LYRICS

1. Presumption

Art is rarely truth
In the realm of mankind
Some are better than others
This world has become schizophrenic

Man your morals will destroy you

What an insane balance
What for unconsciousness
And for what life
Presumption of survival
Unconsciousness the only means of life
Presumption of survival

Morals make man
Modest and tractable
Man is the best
Domestic animal
Your measure is feeble
Your ideals are weak

Man your morals will destroy you

What an insane balance
What for unconsciousness
And for what life
Presumption of survival
Half-tint delight
Presumption of survival

No
You're not free
Hierarchy of taboos overcomes you
Man your morals will destroy your world

Escape
Escape idolatry of the excessive
Break the windows that prevent you to breathe
And jump outside into open-air
Lose your virtue
Escape this cesspool

2. Wisdom (Farther On)

Answers to your questions lie elsewhere
Get on with it
Must we overcome or repress impulses to be wise
Or on the contrary must we let those impulses
Rule over us

Knowing its bounds, knowledge of your own
Acting on intuition
First I want to be accessory to my own
Are my impulses the image of my own feelings

Self assurance... thrills
To push back the limits
To size up death... perils of death
Above all no hesitation
Let your soul go where it may
Listening to alternatives
Not forgetting anything, nothing and going farther

Knowing its bounds, knowledge of your own
Acting on intuition
First I want to be accessory to my own
Are my impulses
The image of my own feelings
Of my own feelings

Self assurance... thrills
To push back the limits
To size up death... perils of death
Above all no destination

Knowing its bounds, knowledge of your own
Acting on intuition
First I want to be accessory to my own
Are my impulses the image of my own feelings

Wisdom farther on... farther on

3. Turn The Scales

We spend our time, so busy
We strive for perfection

But the perfection of common generosity
On the way to chaos

There's a cover of wisdom
Which coats you
Turn the scales
There's a clone of wisdom
Which blind you
Who decides?
Turn the scales

We legislate, we define
We sanction
Not for suffering and sinking
On the way to chaos

There's a cover of wisdom
Which coats you
Turn the scales
There's a clone of wisdom
Which blinds you
Who decides?
Turn the scales

We test your conscience
We exploit your world
The truth is hidden
When is it time for essential satisfaction?

Where is desire?
Where is pleasure?

There's a cover of wisdom, which coats you
Turn the scales
There's a clone of wisdom, which blinds you
Turn the scales

4. About Solitude

The place where we all drink the poison

The place where we are all lost, lost
The place where our slow suicide is called life
Is called life

About solitude
Solitude

5. Subject To Spirit

You preachers of death
Thanks for your doctrines of good and evil
You appraisers and judges
Use violence you, arrogant wise man

You know that everything that is living is something obedient, you
You know that we command the one who can’t defend himself
You know so well that the one

Who obeys himself
Judge is, avenger
Victim of his law

Subject to spirit
Where life is, there’s a will
But not a will to live, a will to gain power
Decline is when life gives in to power
But a bigger strength grows from your morals
The creator who spawns good and evil
Will break the mirror and its reflection
Life is what has to master itself

So supreme evil
Belongs to supreme goodness
This one is subject

Subject to spirit
Where life is, there’s a will
But not a will to live, a will to gain power
Decline is when life gives in to power

Where life is, there’s a will
But not a will to live, a will to gain power
Decline is when life gives in to power

But you creator, do you know ?
Do you know that whatever you create
And whatever you love, you love it ?
Do you know that you will have to fight your creation, your love ?

But you creator, what’s your will ?

But you creator, what’s your goal ?

But you creator, what’s your will ?
But you, what’s your goal ?

Your crusade for power, for reigning control
Is subject to spirit like an image and its mirror

An image, and its mirror, its mirror

But you creator, do you know ?
Do you know that whatever you create
And whatever you love, you love it ?
Do you know that you will have to fight your creation, your love ?

6. Fire And Ice

A siren living in a sea of liberties
Ecstasy and pain
No one can resist her chant, it revives desire
Overwhelms your body with longing and incestuous sensations

Moment of climax... intense
Preceded with pain... intense
Preceded with pleasure... masochism, masochism

I’m the haunting shadow of desire, between ecstasy and pain
My body’s nothing but fire, madness and desire
I’ve become nothing but violence and passion
Between fire and ice

The love I lavish constitutes
An unthinkable experience
Made of sensual pleasure, suffering, delight
My suffering, your pleasure

I’m the haunting shadow of desire, between ecstasy and pain
My body’s nothing but fire, madness and desire
I’ve become nothing but violence and passion
Between fire and ice

I’m the haunting shadow of desire, between ecstasy and pain
My body’s nothing but fire, madness and desire
I’ve become nothing but violence and passion
Between fire and ice
I’ve become nothing but violence and passion
Between fire and ice
Between fire and ice
Between fire and ice

7. In Perpetual Motion

8. Fancies

Fault of my thoughts bring me to dimensions that cannot be grasped
Embryonic jail, a drop in the ocean, a world in a world
Veils of skin become dust, carnal illusions of what we think we are
Nothing but all, myopic ideas eclipse the truth

Countless parts of your spirit unknown by your body hidden deep inside
Billions of systems ignored by our knowledge, veiled in doubt
Look at the mirror of your conscience, yield to the facts, infinity surrounds you
Is within you, is your being, no

Land of fancy, a world within a world
Land of fancy, atom inside the atom
Never ending illusion, inculcated by our fathers
Land of fancy, a world within a world
Land of fancy, atom inside the atom
Easy lie to escape reality

Take me, take me to vanity of human greatness
Free me, free me from the narcissism of human smallness

Land of fancy, a world within a world
Land of fancy, atom inside the atom
Never ending illusion, inculcated by our fathers
Land of fancy, a world within a world
Land of fancy, atom inside the atom
Easy lie to escape reality

Fancies, fancies, fancies, fancies

9. Sublime Dementia

A still and peaceful bliss, a glorious resignation
Any contradiction fades away
Any philosophical problem becomes clear, or so it seems
For a long time you haven't been in control
But you're not afflicted by it anymore
Mind absorbed in meditation of an ideal virtue, an ideal charity
And ideal genius

You naively abandon yourself
To your triumphant spiritual orgy
When will we seek happiness?
Hoarse and deep sighs leave your chest as though your former
Body couldn't stand
The desires and the quickness of your new soul
A miasma mischievously clouds your brain soon you will laugh
At your madness
But you can not dismiss it, for your will

Has no more strength
And can not rule your faculties anymore
When will we seek happiness?

Appaling marriage of a man to himself
Because proportions of time and being are completely upset
By multitude and intensity of feelings and ideas
Appalling marriage of a man to himself
Sublime dementia

A human's fanatic lust for any substance
Which exalts his personality
Proves his magnitude

He always aims at exciting his expectations
And at rising to the infinite

Appalling marriage of a man to himself
Because proportions of time and being are completely upset
By multitude and intensity of feelings and ideas
Appalling marriage of a man to himself
Sublime dementia

10. My Last Journey

Why do we never see the end of the tunnel?
The purity of light seems impossible to reach

This feeling of weightlessness, so oppressive
At once so light... fleshless
At once alone... and legions
Because here illusions can't exist
No need to hold your own
Now good and evil are one
No need to hold your own

Why do we never see the end of the tunnel?
The purity of light seems impossible to reach

Present, future, so oppressive
Who will grasp my hand?
So I don't sink in the abstruse mist of this last
Travel, future, so oppressive
Why must we die to find truth?
Why are human pains only steps, not even purgatory?

Why do we never see the end of the tunnel?
The purity of light seems impossible to reach

No need to lie to yourself
The imaginary creates no senses
No need to lie to yourself
Let serenity flood your body

Because here illusions can't exist
No need to hold your own
Now good and evil are one
No need to hold your own
Different emoitions generate the same feelings
Surpassing ourselves
With cognition of the absolute
With the image of my carnal route







LOUDBLAST LYRICS