Song | The Omniscient |
Artist | Axamenta |
Album | Ever-Arch-I-Tech-Ture |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(March 28th, 1879 A.D. 3:22 AM, London England) | |
Dread holding me under | |
In the darkest waters of confusion | |
The air breathes like rotting earth | |
As a victor, I have never been dying as much | |
Yet, this familiar scenery seems incomplete | |
Is it the whispering of the night | |
Or the waters cold gaze | |
That takes me back to a far-flung past? | |
I don't know what to think | |
What to see or what to believe | |
Something's out of place or out of time | |
Dissonant echoes paint a nauseating scene: | |
Life is seeping from this corpse | |
A crimson stream between the paving stones | |
And the eyes that stare back at me | |
Are numbed with death | |
Drowning in tidal waves | |
Of uncontrollable thoughts | |
Reflections of the demons | |
That shelter within me | |
A silhouette distinguishes | |
From the shadows of dusk | |
It beckons me, it spells my name | |
Save me… | |
As it draws near, | |
A voice whistles a familiar tune | |
It's footsteps raise my heartbeat to their pace | |
I've been here before… | |
Distance shortens to an unbearable recognition | |
Our eyes meet, Time collapses | |
Breath is riven from our lungs | |
It was me… | |
Save me - I'm falling | |
Into a - into a white void | |
Save me - I'm falling | |
Seeing what - I cannot believe | |
And so another circuit | |
Perpetuates the chain | |
When the endling merges | |
Into one AGAIN | |
The incarnationprocess | |
Now can recommence | |
Release the energy | |
In (a) sulphur incense | |
I've let my mind to witness to see | |
The blueprints of a greater design | |
A patchwork of incarnations | |
Like shackles in a chainreaction | |
Releasing energy for... | |
For whom actually? | |
I couldn't say…it is too abstract | |
The incognation is far too much for me to bare | |
And so this shackle failed to re-initialise | |
Now memories instead have risen from ashes to flesh | |
The chainreaction is saturated | |
Save me - I'm falling | |
Into a - complete omniscience | |
Save me - I'm falling | |
Professing - to the blinded ones |
March 28th, 1879 A. D. 3: 22 AM, London England | |
Dread holding me under | |
In the darkest waters of confusion | |
The air breathes like rotting earth | |
As a victor, I have never been dying as much | |
Yet, this familiar scenery seems incomplete | |
Is it the whispering of the night | |
Or the waters cold gaze | |
That takes me back to a farflung past? | |
I don' t know what to think | |
What to see or what to believe | |
Something' s out of place or out of time | |
Dissonant echoes paint a nauseating scene: | |
Life is seeping from this corpse | |
A crimson stream between the paving stones | |
And the eyes that stare back at me | |
Are numbed with death | |
Drowning in tidal waves | |
Of uncontrollable thoughts | |
Reflections of the demons | |
That shelter within me | |
A silhouette distinguishes | |
From the shadows of dusk | |
It beckons me, it spells my name | |
Save me | |
As it draws near, | |
A voice whistles a familiar tune | |
It' s footsteps raise my heartbeat to their pace | |
I' ve been here before | |
Distance shortens to an unbearable recognition | |
Our eyes meet, Time collapses | |
Breath is riven from our lungs | |
It was me | |
Save me I' m falling | |
Into a into a white void | |
Save me I' m falling | |
Seeing what I cannot believe | |
And so another circuit | |
Perpetuates the chain | |
When the endling merges | |
Into one AGAIN | |
The incarnationprocess | |
Now can recommence | |
Release the energy | |
In a sulphur incense | |
I' ve let my mind to witness to see | |
The blueprints of a greater design | |
A patchwork of incarnations | |
Like shackles in a chainreaction | |
Releasing energy for... | |
For whom actually? | |
I couldn' t say it is too abstract | |
The incognation is far too much for me to bare | |
And so this shackle failed to reinitialise | |
Now memories instead have risen from ashes to flesh | |
The chainreaction is saturated | |
Save me I' m falling | |
Into a complete omniscience | |
Save me I' m falling | |
Professing to the blinded ones |
March 28th, 1879 A. D. 3: 22 AM, London England | |
Dread holding me under | |
In the darkest waters of confusion | |
The air breathes like rotting earth | |
As a victor, I have never been dying as much | |
Yet, this familiar scenery seems incomplete | |
Is it the whispering of the night | |
Or the waters cold gaze | |
That takes me back to a farflung past? | |
I don' t know what to think | |
What to see or what to believe | |
Something' s out of place or out of time | |
Dissonant echoes paint a nauseating scene: | |
Life is seeping from this corpse | |
A crimson stream between the paving stones | |
And the eyes that stare back at me | |
Are numbed with death | |
Drowning in tidal waves | |
Of uncontrollable thoughts | |
Reflections of the demons | |
That shelter within me | |
A silhouette distinguishes | |
From the shadows of dusk | |
It beckons me, it spells my name | |
Save me | |
As it draws near, | |
A voice whistles a familiar tune | |
It' s footsteps raise my heartbeat to their pace | |
I' ve been here before | |
Distance shortens to an unbearable recognition | |
Our eyes meet, Time collapses | |
Breath is riven from our lungs | |
It was me | |
Save me I' m falling | |
Into a into a white void | |
Save me I' m falling | |
Seeing what I cannot believe | |
And so another circuit | |
Perpetuates the chain | |
When the endling merges | |
Into one AGAIN | |
The incarnationprocess | |
Now can recommence | |
Release the energy | |
In a sulphur incense | |
I' ve let my mind to witness to see | |
The blueprints of a greater design | |
A patchwork of incarnations | |
Like shackles in a chainreaction | |
Releasing energy for... | |
For whom actually? | |
I couldn' t say it is too abstract | |
The incognation is far too much for me to bare | |
And so this shackle failed to reinitialise | |
Now memories instead have risen from ashes to flesh | |
The chainreaction is saturated | |
Save me I' m falling | |
Into a complete omniscience | |
Save me I' m falling | |
Professing to the blinded ones |