Calvaire - Absolutes of Idolism | Текст песни

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There is no absolutes in truth
My admiration, confined within the reaches
Forever our configuration, remain untapped

The semblance of perfection, hides the palpable truth
A truth of fake idolism, when the harsh realism is that
We are all idle creatures. A journeyman, towards nugatory
The visible alignment of our fascination, within our own reflection
This marks the birth, a re-genesis of sorts, where our facades
Our own foundation. Bear witness, as we fall to our knees
Pleading, for an ending to this procreation
To lift the veil of this malignant tumor
Pleading, for an ending to this procreation

I am alone. Beseeching
I am pleading, for humanity
For my humanity
Once again, when I open my eyes, stare straight at the sun
Whisper to your ears, I've been handed a reprieve

We are whole. We are now benign

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