Song | To the Garish Remembrance of Failure |
Artist | Minsk |
Album | The Crash and the Draw |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego | |
Forced into freedom while blind to its wisdom | |
The monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within | |
Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be | |
Chasing a never ending ending, neglecting the now | |
Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego | |
A seething retreating | |
Left to rot in the nether, rejecting the never | |
Monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within | |
You have not arrived, and you are blind | |
The stream hidden ‘neath the rose, hidden ‘neath the hollowed oak | |
Winds carry the dust of fossilized dreams | |
But they are blind | |
The child of the union, the lesser stone | |
Leaving the inner eye to guide, regret we leave you to die | |
Be not blind | |
Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be | |
At the foot of the hill, a sacrifice made | |
To the garish remembrance of failure | |
White to green, peel away the sterile sheen | |
Blessed separation, the ending of the masquerade |
Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego | |
Forced into freedom while blind to its wisdom | |
The monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within | |
Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be | |
Chasing a never ending ending, neglecting the now | |
Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego | |
A seething retreating | |
Left to rot in the nether, rejecting the never | |
Monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within | |
You have not arrived, and you are blind | |
The stream hidden ' neath the rose, hidden ' neath the hollowed oak | |
Winds carry the dust of fossilized dreams | |
But they are blind | |
The child of the union, the lesser stone | |
Leaving the inner eye to guide, regret we leave you to die | |
Be not blind | |
Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be | |
At the foot of the hill, a sacrifice made | |
To the garish remembrance of failure | |
White to green, peel away the sterile sheen | |
Blessed separation, the ending of the masquerade |
Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego | |
Forced into freedom while blind to its wisdom | |
The monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within | |
Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be | |
Chasing a never ending ending, neglecting the now | |
Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego | |
A seething retreating | |
Left to rot in the nether, rejecting the never | |
Monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within | |
You have not arrived, and you are blind | |
The stream hidden ' neath the rose, hidden ' neath the hollowed oak | |
Winds carry the dust of fossilized dreams | |
But they are blind | |
The child of the union, the lesser stone | |
Leaving the inner eye to guide, regret we leave you to die | |
Be not blind | |
Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be | |
At the foot of the hill, a sacrifice made | |
To the garish remembrance of failure | |
White to green, peel away the sterile sheen | |
Blessed separation, the ending of the masquerade |