Friday, December 9, 2016

"Figures and Faces" Lyrics



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"The Pretender"


Broken, almost hollow 
I am so hard to understand 
Pretending, each day 
Hoping, life's changed 
Then waking up and being stuck 
Because everything's stayed the same 

Oh, I'm feeling so small 
Back against the wall 
I don't cast a shadow at all 
All that because I am... 
The Pretender 

Then I will 
Open up my eyes 
I'll lie to myself 
So I don't cry 
Failure 
No matter how many times I've tried 
I am dying 
And watching the days go by 

I shattered the whole... 
Such a long time ago 

Why do you see me so differently 
Than I see myself 
Picking through the pieces 
To see what would stay, and what would go 
And perhaps that is the secret 
You see the lie, but it doesn't show 

Oh, I'm feeling so small 
Back against the wall 
I don't cast a shadow at all 
All that because I am... 
The Pretender

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"Figures and Faces"

Shadows dance across the wall 
Symbols of madness play in my mind 
The darkness beckons me closer 
I hold out a shivering hand 

I'm tainted; I'm broken 
I'm weak and draped in fear 
I follow the edge of misery 
Because I don't want to be left here 

Figures and faces hidden in shadow 
People and features I long ago knew 
They haunt and they taunt 
As they slowly turn the screw 

Figures and faces obscured from view 
Places and images I once knew 
They taunt and they haunt 
As they slowly bite and chew 

Storm clouds form outside my door 
Shapes of evil reside in my head 
The blackness beckons me nearer 
I hold out a trembling palm 

I'm tainted; I'm broken 
I'm weak and cloaked in pain 
I follow the edge of misery 
Because here I don't want to remain

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"Scarecrow"

He sold his soul to fix his imperfections 
He felt his body needed some corrections 
On the inside his soulless body began to rot 
Beauty came at a price more expensive than he had thought 

Under his skin... an infestation of worms 
Horrid disease and rabid germs 
He was a caterpillar, who formed a toxic cocoon 
Born as a butterfly under a full moon 

The pictures told a different story than the words 
He was haunted by the birds 
They pecked at him to get to the worms beneath 
They had beaks as sharp as teeth 

He was vile, but he had a pretty smile 
Until the birds tore away his flesh 
And now the smell of a corpse 
Is the only thing that is fresh 

His head was taken by the crows 
Carried to the field where no one goes 
To their master, the old scarecrow 
Where his head will forever lie and no one will know

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"Night Dwellers"

Bathing in a lake of Nightfall's tears 
They drink the wails of immortal regret 
Born of anguish and unnamable fears 
They are free from the Reaper's debt 

Their faces are cast from ultimate shadow 
Their eyes are forged from indigo flame 
Their mouths are sealed and seamless 
But they whisper madness just the same 

Here, in this ghastly orgy, the righteous die 
Wounded beyond repair by their secret sins 

Melodic verses distilled from the poison cold 
A lover's caress of the heart's intangible cleft 
Though hatred blooms, and jealousies unfold 
The Dwellers will not stop until nothing is left 

Psychic flesh is peeled from wanton desire 
The fissures of self and shadow grow wide 
And slowly, lovingly, the sleeping awaken 
Awaken, unknowing, to the darkness inside 

...The righteous die 
Wounded beyond repair by their secret sins

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"Shapeless"

Shapeless... 
I Am Shapeless 

Unravel words unspoken 
Never give breath to regret 

For in the past still lies 
The darkness we fought 

Shapeless dreams 
Broken desires 
Shapeless hopes 
Broken promises 
Shapeless future 
Broken mind 

Shapeless... 
I Am Shapeless 

There is no going back 
No second takes

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"The Dark Red"

This color called red 
Has torn me apart 
I've lost sight of the truth 
I've destroyed my mind 

The Dark Red 
Embers of hope 
The Dark Red 
Ashes of pain 

The Dark Red 
Poison and heart 
The Dark Red 
My crimson curse 

This color called red 
Runs deep in my veins 
So cruel, never kind 
It knows only pain

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"Portrait of Grotesque"

Knives twist, and I cannot win 
Torment me. The freak 
Another lifeless husk walking 
Distorted and broken 

It's never enough to free this pain 
Shackle me. The freak 
Whatever the reflection 
Equates to delusions of my illusion 

All I see... 
Portait of Grotesque 
All I see... 
Portait of Grotesque 
All I see... 
Portait of Grotesque 
All I see... 
Portait of Grotesque 

Tick tock, tick tock 
The time is running away 
Let's stay in this murky grave 
Until we rot away 

Watch how shallow waters 
Drown out my flame to smoke 
I can already see 
The dead face of forgotten dreams 

Walk alone in a circus full of eyes 
Lost to roam 
Struggling. Malfunctioning 
I need to run away 

Walk alone in a circus full of eyes 
Lost to roam 
Arresting. Devouring 
Faces who we ignore 

Grotesque inside, yet stunning to see 
Shackle me. The freak 
Common sense dies, like cigarettes 
In human dust 

This dream still burns, turning me to ash 
Torment me. The freak 
Estrange my lungs of this bitter scent 
Scent I can't breathe 

All I see... 
Portait of Grotesque 
All I see... 
Portait of Grotesque 
All I see... 
Portait of Grotesque 
All I see... 
Portait of Grotesque

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"The Broken One"

In the withering silence 
Thoughts stitched with strands of pain 
In the withering silence 
My thoughts enslaved of chaos' reign 

By force, I am abandoned by slumber 
And yet, still, I am dreaming deep 
Nocturnal peace, that precious plunder 
Oh, how I long once again to keep 

In this prison... so empty and cold 
I wash in the tears of unfeeling regret 
At what cost have I my humanity sold 
Strangers never known, friends never met 

In the harshest light I could always leave 
In the deepest dark - this, I do not desire 
To admit my fear-born will to deceive 
To admit my lust for life's majestic fire 

This is the prison whose bars I made 
Wrought of my desolation's illusory spell 
No... there is no one I can blame 
For creating and living this phantasmal hell 

Save me... 
Save me...

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"A Story Untold (feat. Fredrik Croona)"
lyrics by Fredrik Croona (Cynical Existence)


A path where no light shines 
A place that cloud thy eyes 
A mirrors paradise to shine 
But no reflections can ever be found 

A craving for lust and pleasure 
A hunger that can't be pleased 
A light so dark that shines so bright 
The endless flames dying light 

A stumbling hollowed soul 
A search for something to behold 
A need for a story to be told 
The end is crawling closer and closer 

A darkened star in a dead sky 
A hope that was left to die 
A miracle for all to behold 
But only the dead have stories to be told

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