Simphonic Metall: Epica - Consign To Oblivion | Текст песни

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How can we let this happen and
Just keep our eyes closed till the end?

The only thing that counts is the prosperity of today,
Most important to us is that our bills gets paid!

Our good intentions have always been delayed.

How can we let this happen and
Just keep our eyes closed till the end?
When we will stand in front of heaven's gate
It will be too late!

Time to unlearn all that you've learnt,
Time to listan to your heart.
No, we can't understand the universe
By just using our minds.
We are so afraid of
All the things unknown.

A must we appease is the lust to get laid,
Nothing really matters, just devouring our prey!

Our good intentions have always been delayed, so
Our generous acts have always come too late.

How can we let this happen and
Just keep our eyes closed till the end?
When we will stand in front of heaven's gate
It will be too late!

Time to unlearn all that you've learnt,
Time to listan to your heart.
No, we can't understand the universe
By just using our minds.
We are so afraid of
All the things unknown.
We just flee into a
Dream that never comes true.

Low, low, low to the ground we feel safe.
Low, low, low to the ground we feel brave.

Oblivisci tempta quod didicisti.

Open your eyes: we're not in paradise;
How can't you see, this stress is killing me.
Fulfil your dreams, life is not that it seems,
We'we captured time,
So time made us all hostages without mercy.

Seemingly generous, fooling ourselves,
Selfishly venomous, time tells.

Too much thinking goes at the cost of all our intuition,
Our thoughts create reality,
But we neglect to be!
And so we are already slaves of our artifictial wold,
We should not try to control life
But listen to the laws of nature!

Open your eyes: we're not in paradise;
How can't you see, this stress is killing me.
Fulfil your dreams, life is not that it seems,
We'we captured time,
So time made us all hostages without mercy.

Low, low, low to the ground we feel safe.
Low, low, low to the ground we feel brave.

We can think we're generous,
But we only fool ourselves,
The only thing that matters is
~ Our way and our vision! ~

Selfisly we're venomous,
But we know the time tells us
There's more to life than our
Higher positions, race for perfection!
~ Better, faster! ~
We must return to the laws of a nature,
Free ourselves from madness!

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