Lyrics in
cooperation with Arke / Opposite Sides, from the Opposite Sides CD “Soul
Mechanics” 2009
Fake constructions in a human
shape. Fragmented contradictions in a golden frame. The process of soul’s
mutilation, in trying to solve the horizon riddle. For the sense of view is
lost as we lost the sense of reason. When spirit flies I hear a graceful song
(I don’t mind the shades, I’m living lying), I tend to forget my human nature’s
host (I forget the shades, I’m living lying). Open humiliations in the shape of
faith. Grinded situations in the pose of pray. The rituals of annihilation, in
worshipping the so called holy figure. For our soul-worth is gone as we lost
our only treasure. When spirit flies I hear a graceful song (I don’t mind the
shades, I’m living lying), I tend to forget my human nature’s host (I forget
the shades, I’m living lying). Grinding we are damaged, grinding we are
smashed. Grinding we are shattered, grinding we’re destroyed. All the time
we’ve lost our will, pretending we’re in time. All the lies we swallowed, now,
are not even worth a crime. In free-fall we are alone and lost and all feelings
are erased. We hold on to what is left but we slowly lose our shape. I fall
into you, you fall into me, we try to stay embraced. But we melt into the void
and the chasm is our only fate. Ruins of devastations in our ghostly fields.
Spiritual revelations are about to yield. The spiral of damnation is spinning
in vortexes of abandon, as we suffer our condition, just by praying an angry
dog.