PUREST OF PAIN LYRICS

1. Intro

[Instrumental]

2. The Sickening Reality

Sick is the mind.
Hollow is the way we're living.
For decades to come without any change.

For sin to molest.
To grow for decay.

Wealth.
Submission.
Murder.
Reality.

My world, the fall, it's going backwards.
In shadows, they crawl, spiral downwards.
My, backwards.
In shadows downwards.

Ruins for more to come, as life gets further away from the past and we know there's no coming back.
The land is scarred by human debris, by human.

Flesh returns to ash while rage remains unlocked.
Prisoners of the herd while wolves circle around.

For sin to molest.
To grow for decay.

My will, too strong, I won't bow.
Tear the bricks down, we can do without.
Set the spirit free, this is not how it shall be.
We are deranged, a dreadful future to face.

I despise your kind, disturbing the elite.
Repulsive ways to act: blind, deaf, reject.
I despise your kind, disturbing the elite.
Repulsive ways to act: blind, deaf, reject.

One day it will all be over.
Forsaken and polluted as the world collapses.

For sin to molest.
To grow for decay.

My world, the fall, it's going backwards.
In shadows, they crawl, spiral downwards.
My, backwards.
In shadows downwards.

Ruins for more to come, as life gets further away from the past and we know there's no coming back.
The land is scarred by human debris, by human debris.
The land is scarred by human debris.

3. Misconception In A Devouring World

Where life and death entwine.
When sorrow brings despair, the rope breaks and its weight falls down.
As the Warmonger caresses the day and the hymn of mourning rises.
There is mankind with its technological downfall.

When everything is falling apart and the earth is circling beyond its boundaries.
As the flowing of time stops, there are six billion saviors.
When everything is falling apart and the earth is circling beyond its boundaries.
As the flowing of time stops, there are six billion saviors.

We are so innocent, it's not our fault.
Prepare the final hour as the world burns.

Waste is flowing from the rivers of life.
The future is dark.
No one will survive.
Waste is flowing from the rivers of life.
The future is dark.
No one will survive.

Go on and bring technology so we can make this place better.
Improve our society and nature will shatter.
Glorious is the open land where the landscape is so enchanting.
White are the mountains in the sunrays.
A grey oppression is growing.
The city is taking ground.
Our lifeline is ending it is us that fade.

When everything is falling apart and the earth is circling beyond its boundaries.
As the flowing of time stops, there are six billion saviors.
When everything is falling apart and the earth is circling beyond its boundaries.
As the flowing of time stops, there are six billion saviors.

Bear the weight of the earth on our shoulders, doomsday saviors.
Bear the weight of the earth on our shoulders, doomsday saviors.

Lighting will strike.
The earth will strike back.
Carbon made rain degenerates the flesh.
The bowels of decay vomit their putrid stench.
Our hope pulled away by the raging flood.
The earth will strike back.
Carbon made rain degenerates the flesh.
The bowels of decay vomit their putrid stench.
Our hope pulled away by the raging flood.

Bear the weight of the earth on our shoulders, doomsday saviors.
Bear the weight of the earth on our shoulders, doomsday saviors.

4. Wandering Through Parallel Dimensions

Splitting time as the molecules divide and will reform to their comprehensive being.
Between now and then a new world reforms as the stars propagate to a new diverseness.

Travel between two worlds, two open dimensions to roam.
In twilight continuously, different worlds, alike.

Far peaks of the mountains, an outstretched sea of green.
While the moon rules the tide, Utopia shall be mine.

Smoke rises to the sky, screams of anguish from afar.
When I enter my sea of green, bloodshed and war like I had never seen.

So the camouflage is revealed, green and blue from afar.
But when I pull myself near it's the grey truth, bitter and austere.

Wandering through parallel dimensions.
An ancient patron repeating: we are the behemoths.

A destructive urge need to feed our dominance.
Building up a history of failure, forevermore.

As I reach the earth's atmosphere I don't see the warm green and blue.
It's grey, dark and rotten to the core.
Yes, it's the world you made!

Splitting time as the molecules divide and will reform to their comprehensive being.
Between now and then an new world reforms as the stars propagate to a new diverseness.

Lava bursting from its giants, fog covers the planet.
The four moons now gathered it's the red sun which shall reign.

Hideous primordial creatures peeling off each other's skin.
Thoroughly repulsive in every way as the grotesque took a new form.

Wandering through parallel dimensions.
An ancient patron repeating: we are the behemoths.

We are the same.
No difference between non-creatures, mankind.
We are alike.
We are the same in every way.
Non-creature, mankind are alike.
The deeds, the acts, the ways of greed.
Two dimensions divided as one.





PUREST OF PAIN LYRICS