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Forsaken In Desolation

 

Forsaken In Desolation

(álbum: Where Only Gods May Tread - 2020)


The invisible enemy, I cannot stop it feeding on my energy
Shapeless stalker, sensory slaughter
Is it behind me? Is our distance getting shorter?
The resonating choir, blames me for my desire
Protection I require, bridges torched lost in the fire
Is it exactly how they say? It's best to take the easy way
Fight through the agonizing pain, or this is absolution? Pray

My heart is pounding, I know that I'm dead
Wishing that someone speaks conviction that it's all in my head
Every cell in my body belongs to the beast
Please release me undefeated are you holding the key?

Is hope just a symptom of delusion?
Does my story even have a conclusion?

I accept nothing from their betrayal
Forsaken in desolation
Denied by false portrayal, fatal emancipation
Exile a friend and devalue their word
It must be so exciting to live the absurd
Was I naive to feel close to the herd?
Kept closer as the target?
Hunted like a witch, to be burned

The unchangeable effigy
The palpitating past, perusing picks apart positive paths
Weight of the world versus the weight of the sand
Do I bury my head or do I die by my hand?

Life, a fatal disease, with no diagnosis, the perfect killer
A slave won't fight surrender, when his master is the mirror

Weight of the world versus the weight of the sand
Do I bury my head or do I die by my hand?

Life, a fatal disease, with no diagnosis, the perfect killer
A slave won't fight surrender, when his master is the mirror

My heart is pounding, I know that I'm dead
Wishing that someone speaks conviction that it's all in my head
Every cell in my body belongs to the beast
Please release me undefeated are you holding the key?

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