Song | In Solitude...Forgotten |
Artist | Lifetime Disgust |
Album | Voices, Whispers, Echoes of Absolute Emptiness |
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My hands plunge on heaps of ashes, and I feel inside myself an inexorable need, an unrestrainable impulse, a lacerating anguish…It’s the need of finding an answer, of understanding the sense of what’s happening with me….I myself chose this way, I wanted to grow away from the ephemeral joys of mundane pleasures, holed up in eternal solitude, I rely upon myself to find a meaning for my desperate act. I have nothing to hide but nothing to share and, alone, I prepare myself to put an end to this meaningless madness. |
My hands plunge on heaps of ashes, and I feel inside myself an inexorable need, an unrestrainable impulse, a lacerating anguish It' s the need of finding an answer, of understanding the sense of what' s happening with me. I myself chose this way, I wanted to grow away from the ephemeral joys of mundane pleasures, holed up in eternal solitude, I rely upon myself to find a meaning for my desperate act. I have nothing to hide but nothing to share and, alone, I prepare myself to put an end to this meaningless madness. |
My hands plunge on heaps of ashes, and I feel inside myself an inexorable need, an unrestrainable impulse, a lacerating anguish It' s the need of finding an answer, of understanding the sense of what' s happening with me. I myself chose this way, I wanted to grow away from the ephemeral joys of mundane pleasures, holed up in eternal solitude, I rely upon myself to find a meaning for my desperate act. I have nothing to hide but nothing to share and, alone, I prepare myself to put an end to this meaningless madness. |