Spreading Dread - State Of The Art | Текст песни

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there is no satisfaction
in the paradox of life
no matter what’s the current situation
for something else we strife
to boost our motivation we like to pretend that the end is nigh
we’re free to build our options but meanwhile we’re waste the time

why does the presence keep eluding our grasp
why can’t we feel a brief pause from the spinning wheel
our experience is just future and past
imaginations and nothing between, scene after scene
is there much left, or a few

art seems to be the most profound mirror of reality
the reason to live and not just hang around, then disappear
the symbolic altar of sacrifice will ask us for our sanity
we suffice and dissolve to eventually find ourselves in between

. . .certain things cannot be spoken, because there are no words for them. . .
. . .and there are words too dangerous to pronounce, because their sound bears vibrations that can disturb the physical reality. . .
. . .that’s why we have stories and art, which can reach the unspoken indirectly. . .

great cataclysms divide
the long ages passing by
yet some principles are permanent
under the firmament
the show must go on at all costs
and for all who have been lost
we will drag the flying flag
to commemorate their efforts

why does the presence keep eluding our grasp
why can’t we feel a brief pause from the spinning wheel
our experience is just future and past
imaginations and nothing between

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