Album: In the Shadow of Death
[Words: Tor Magne, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel]
Again I stare
Without really being able to
-Illusions
The verity terrifies
The dreams, the lies I deify
In despair I fail to understand
Whether the dreams create the scruples
Or the other way around
As the eyes begin to sting
I am swallowed by an abstract state
The spirit of indifference is here
Apathetic, searching
The sorrow feels preposterous
Within this psychotic chaos
The will smoothers
With the spew from the past
Weakened I dry out the faith
And then kiss its forehead
Uncertain
Slavering
This inner desperation is sort of religious
(Apocalyptic)
No clammy hands can alter me
My God
Alleviate the many distressed
I firmly proclaim
Hand out the water to those who thirst