Perilous Shapes
Embracing Peril: Unveiling the Depths of Human Struggle
Lyrics
I feel fire burning in my sullen mind
I sense intense emotions or turmoil in my troubled thoughts.
Yearning to forget this menace
Desire to erase or escape from a threatening danger.
Dilapidated lives crucified
Lives in ruins, suffering and persecuted.
Enlightened by their opprobrium
Enlightened by the disgrace or scorn they face.
Insipid facade of your martyrdom
A shallow front disguising your sacrifice.
As you unleash helpless vengeance
Unleashing revenge without power or control.
Bound by irons of impunity
Restricted by the chains of immunity or exemption.
Lethargic forms now laid to waste
Lifeless forms now discarded without energy.
Life... Death...
Existence and demise hold no significance in this conflict.
Matter not in this fray
Irrelevant in the ongoing battle.
Final... Breath...
Final breath as life fades away.
As your life fades away
The moment when life ceases.
Heart... Less...
Without compassion or empathy.
Are these masters off our world
Do these rulers lack emotions?
Consumption... Rests
Resting in the aftermath of our decline.
In the wake of our decay
The aftermath of our destruction.
Perilous shapes cull the masses to the floor
Dangerous and threatening forms bring people down.
No dissent shall be allowed
No opposition or disagreement will be tolerated.
Deceive through distorted history
Deception through twisted historical narratives.
Revitalize past resentment
Rejuvenating past grudges and bitterness.
Grim onslaught spiral through the void
A severe attack spiraling through emptiness.
Starving us out to oppress
Forcing starvation to subdue and oppress.
Wherein the onus strangulates us now
Responsibility constricts and chokes us now.
Make them remember where we came from
Ensure they recall our origins.
Life... Death...
Existence and demise hold no significance in this conflict.
Matter not in this fray
Irrelevant in the ongoing battle.
Final... Breath...
Final breath as life fades away.
As your life fades away
The moment when life ceases.
Heart... Less...
Without compassion or empathy.
Are these masters off our world
Do these rulers lack emotions?
Consumption... Rests
Resting in the aftermath of our decline.
In the wake of our decay
The aftermath of our destruction.
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