OMNIUM GATHERUM LYRICS

1. Writhen

"To get out of smell of mould, to get back on your feet again - let every
god have his day" - and again the leather is black as i lie on fragments of
glass, more broke than ever - no more ti amo - trying not to hate the guts
we all have - 'cause i got the guts and i feel the guilt - now we still hate
it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka
vuotaa edelleen - and who swore not to let it out in here just to see the
boots rot away in one's feet - so better ring the bell of whoredom if it
wants to ring, or just forget all perverse offerings - the writhing stays
the same even if you got the guts and you feel the guilt - now we still hate
it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka
vuotaa edelleen - minne sattuu ihmiseen - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka
vuotaa edelleen

2. Deathwhite

Free enough to see what's going on in there - a man has naught if not
himself, not an island - just the son of a gun - i'm sure you knew i ate it
up to spit it out - in blinded mute ground, gasping for words - buried - yes
you saw the lust for vengeance - i've had my fill, the share of losing -
i've had my fill, the share of losing - the years in these worlds, more than
i could feel - anywhere - to get it crystallized at last - i've had my fill,
the share of losing - i've had my fill, the share of losing - and when they
all speak at the same time they make me wonder what on earth in hell it was
- and was it wise to seek release in and through ex stasis - did i face it
all, standing - with the 'love, laugh, cry' - to say the things i truly feel
- i've had my fill, the share of losing

3. The Perfumed Garden

I'm sick of all these scars
And thinking of you,
why you left me
'Cause I'd seen that love was true

The worst of me would tear it all away
But the worst of me could feel its whole grace

[2x]
In the garden the fallen jesting
With souls burned black.
My mind is clear

The spring of that year
came back without a fear,
and they fell for you
Everyone for lost delight

The spring of that year
came back
And we have met again
And your scent is still the same, still the same

[2x]
In the garden the fallen jesting
With souls burned black.
My mind is clear

The spring of that year came back
And they fell for you
Everyone for lost delight
The spring of that year came back
And we have met again
And your scent is still the same

[Solo]

I'm sick of all these scars
And thinking of you,
Why you left me
'Cause I'd seen that love was true
Why you left me
'Cause I'd seen that love was true

4. Amor Tonight

I put my boots back on, brought them down from the attic - and they're so
nice and broken, with words unspoken to this city inside aflame - here i am,
like a crooked little lamb - so breathless - the world is trying to stop and
the night is still - and it's still "if you only knew:" - like an hour of
doom, with broken bottles on the streets and amor gone crazy - so crazy, as
we feel afire - just forgive me the bad weather - there's no love without
faith and thine is dead, no love except with fati and thine is dead - so
would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was meant to be -
tonight - so would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was
meant to be - i was meant to be - i was meant to be - i was meant to be

5. Cure A Wound

Throw your wishes at a stone, whenever feeling it - what has an endless
sight - it never cared for us - will the midnight sun ever be that black
again - take off more masquerades, longing to be touched - to be released in
a way or another - try harder and everything will be blending, then tear it
down - the wine's out of your cup - don't cure a wound, no baby, that
doesn't help at all - throw your wishes at a stone, whenever feeling it -
what has an endless sight - it never cared for us - the wine's out of your
cup - don't cure a wound, no baby, that doesn't help at all - the wine's out
of your cup - don't cure a wound, no baby, that doesn't help at all -
"there's too many party people, the tough guys are even worse" - oh if it's
grey one should get lost, and you should know you spell it wrong - let's
bleed for the years that passed away with seasonal affective disorder even
in midsummer

6. The Emptiness Of Spirit

How many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man - and if it
isn't good i understand - with different rights - the days to settle down,
to hear what's going low - there's a bitter old ghost and a side trail every
morning - how many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man - and
when it comes to this - easily for those with beer, honey - waiting - the
days to settle down, to hear what's going low - and it's in the wind - the
spirit blowing the answer to an asshole's face - not to swear for nothing,
in synchronicity that's even still perfect - there's a bitter old ghost and
a side trail every morning

7. Wastrel

Yes i can't deny the worn out and truthful, if it's picturesque - though
it's just a saying, not useful - resolve that great chain of aging and
fierce hours - so soon it becomes annoying to us - yes between her thighs it
was nothing - i don't know if she even lives, but you: - and i never was in
need of touch unless it would come through my heart's shape - not like they
who say it in today's fashion - now you know what's going on with me -
trying to steal the light - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air -
i'm still here breathing, feeling so much better than i was last year - with
a curtain of smoke - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air - the
welkin not on my mind, nor anything it covers

8. Son's Thoughts

For the one my window hides in its view... - to enlighten me if my love's
real, or that faith - what's more bitter than the late spring - i forgot to
live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated in
one of those - and when the world is left i don't need an inscription to
remind for these things - if it's washing away, well, you know what -
praying on one's knees - before - bring salvation for every soul - i forgot
to live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated
in one of those - when in search of clarity, the way is lost in itself -
gone into its own walker - and every shadow has its bearer of shadow - every
shadow has its bearer of shadow - (a son with the thought of not standing
his demise - still afraid of getting a lethal dis ease) - and the clauses
they were, they were all without reins - though didn't want to lose, didn't
want to lose my heart - somewhere in the mists of my blurred daily
consciousness - the thought of not standing a dis ease

9. It Shines

The world's broken when i'm not here, and if we take it to its limits... -
maybe no beauty left - seeing things that aren't ours - for truth and
delusion, any kind of a difference - but on that night it felt like home -
with a small amount of love and that cliche / classy pale white face - what
her sad eyes brought me - "and i want to be, i want to be where the sun is
shining - i want to have you there beside me - and take me back to where the
magic is - 'cause this fucking head it's hurting" - searching for bliss from
between the lines, and if i'm given the chance: - moving in this world with
good luck in the veins - 'cause so far, yeah so far i've suffered too - but
no more dog-like martyrs to be - with these heads to shine hurt and curse -
and no, i could not sleep at night when its throes held me high - "and i
want to be, i want to be where the sun is shining - i want to have you there
beside me - and take me back to where the magic is - 'cause this fucking
head it's hurting"







OMNIUM GATHERUM LYRICS