Cover di Colony

Colony
Album - 21 maggio 1999 - Debaser id 31045

di In Flames

egoism dictates human relations
a world where fashion outshines morality
here success is written in blood-red colours
designed by the thirst for power

gather the faithful and propose a toast
to the epoch of indifference

an all to ordinary story
with aftertaste so bitter
forced to be someone I don't want to be
I'm losing myself. sinking deeper down
I'm caught in the world wound web

a time represented by the void
an excuse without content
stuck in the abyss of existence
with a content void of excuse

an all to ordinary story
this is my story
with an aftertaste so bitter

sinking deeper down
I'm caught - I'm cage
I'm gone
Il tuo voto:
I perish and nobody will know
as my mouth remains still
my heart awaits me. filled with gravel
as the pain grows with each touch

since I marked her out from my tower
reality focused through forbidden lenses
she owns enough of preciousness
a penalty given by the source

but I still have no choice through
the hinderens freighten
a labyrinth closing at the edge of space

but they never allow
she's shut... for all beings but one
I give, I scorn, I threat
Il tuo voto:
In your world, the day is no threat
in my world, there is an absence of light
"genetic superiour cell" controled
by fathomless and undearable

A radical new form of plastic and rage
biologically optomized
but with a strangling pulse

In your world, you find me worthy
in my world, I "parashoot" my life
a virtual drogstore populated
by the fathomless and unbearable

Machine, meat and blood
in an intimate relationship
the new - superior -
more effective than all the preceeding

Where we can no longer
cry and reality is torn
then it's easy to forget
that the responsibillity lies on us all

In your world, the night is no threat
in my world, the darkness
transforms to a vision of hell
populated by fathomless and unbearable
Il tuo voto:
thruth serves them embrace
and defend her case
part flattery, part threats
"for those who cling to this
dominion will partake in it's fall"

with his silence, he passes the
judgement over them
"with your feverish signs of force
you'll make them and yourself to
believe that he still retains his full power"

as a platform for divine fondations,
you want to make them suck

shallowness and beauty
was all that concerned her body
but the soul, her divine guest
were thrust to the bottom

surrendered to the sect
that has risen from it's womb
"for those who cling to this
dominion will partake in it's fall"
Il tuo voto:
[Instrumental]
Il tuo voto:
A sad song it was,
through renewal it brought
and a month seems sometimes shorter
than a half nights longing

hidden and hard are the reasons for war
polar twist, invert and flea

I can't dissolve this feeling of mine
but patience will unlock the door
and the maps of reasons re-written for me
when the wait is over and the punishment is due
each day I crawl to the hall of the giants

and I beg for mercy -
and I beg for mercy in vein
one night is a mare - two is worse
How can I manage three?
Il tuo voto:
Should I defend you for who you are?
the laws are changed and useless!

on their way to a deserted town
where empty windows wave goodbye
a helpless excuse, a falling reality
I'm changed by the shock
and the weight of the punch
a helpless excuse, a falling reality

ragments of a futile being
a puzzle to the noble ones
ignorant and pitiless they stride

the world around me -
spartanic, minimalistic
a helpless excuse, a falling reality
the large scale plan that once where
you've now drained from life
a helpless excuse, a falling reality

wo knows the proper reasons
why it all begins and ends?
ignorant and pitiless they stride

"you are but a form",
the clean, harsh silence passes
"genuine" visions by the noble
ones for the noble ones
Il tuo voto:
the great word of blessendness
and a feeling of ease
a cup of the well of freedom
and a life we joyfully drink
inside, all was new, but outwards
nothing had changed

an escapade,
then to the altar to
evaluate all parts
of the great mystery
but all remains
on the same spot,
no signs of a new season

in my hand is a new word,
but the word is still
without body

a hidden life-stream that
swells in the deep
will soon give the word
a second face
Il tuo voto:
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