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Drowned in Self-AbsorptionOnce you sink helpless into the deepness of self-absorptionThe light of clarity slowly fades Turmoil and confussion blur the impresionist eye. There is no God to clear the sight. It is the corrupted soul who holds the key to destruction For the essential weakness is buried within Self-preservation lost in despondency A sweetness unknown to our evil twin. Beating and beating our own real meanings Drowning and Drowning our truthful moaning Regretting repeatedly our powerless intentions Screaming and pleading for inner salvation. The abstract resolutions for future enlightenment The self-righteous attempts to seize all the vagueness Nothing but delusional bullshit fed through fairy tales Deconstructing oneself is just what it takes The traces of our past are still deep bleeding wounds Flooding us all with bitterness and gloom Forget what you used to be before you were slayed Accept that your old self won't come back again Big merciless giants are guarding the throne Where peace is the grail that sitters enjoy Those faces are known, I've seen then somewhere Bloody hell that's me, before I was dead |