Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soul-Sick Nation, artist - Abysmal Dawn. Album song Phylogenesis, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 16.04.2020
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: English
Soul-Sick Nation |
| The embrace of pain offers indemnity |
| The knowing victim self-prophesized |
| A life wrought from their own misery |
| A soul-sick nation |
| Of children lost and never found |
| A soul-sick nation |
| Is burning to the fucking ground |
| Wherever we go, wherever we live |
| We’re haunted by our past |
| Our war-like minds in times of peace are agony |
| We want to move on, we want to forgive |
| And take the higher path |
| But madness kills tranquility |
| A soul-sick nation |
| Of children lost and never found |
| A soul-sick nation |
| Is burning to the fucking ground |
| The ones that exist to defeat us |
| Are demons that feast on the meek |
| They whisper their words from within us |
| To end it all |
| These voices inside that could free us |
| Live in uneasy harmony |
| They fight to destroy or uplift us |
| Which will you follow now? |
| Wherever we go, wherever we live |
| We’re haunted by our past |
| Our war-like minds in times of peace are agony |
| We want to move on, we want to forgive |
| And take the higher path |
| But madness kills tranquility |
| Horrified by a wretched life of stagnation |
| We slowly doom ourselves to walk the earth alone |
| Selfish act of sickening desperation |
| Start anew, subdue the pain that’s never gone |
| Rewrite the past, provide your justification |
| Self-medicate until we are numb |
| Salt the wounds of petty condemnations |
| Never own the fact of what we have done |
| Can we save ourselves |
| From a life of torment? |
| A vicious circle with no end to come |
| Masochistic acts |
| Hinder our fulfillment |
| Thwarts the will and our hope to move on |
| Horrified by a wretched life of stagnation |
| We slowly doom ourselves to walk the earth alone |
| Selfish act of sickening desperation |
| Start anew, subdue the pain that’s never gone |
| Rewrite the past, provide your justification |
| Self-medicate until we are numb |
| Salt the wounds of petty condemnations |
| Never own the fact of what we have done |
| Can we save ourselves |
| From a life of torment? |
| A vicious circle with no end to come |
| Masochistic acts |
| Hinder our fulfillment |
| Thwarts the will and our hope to move on |
| Keep running further and further away from the demons you hide |
| Your shadow will follow you |
| Pick up the pieces of your shattered fragile mind |
| The shards you conceal still remain broken |
| Wherever we go, wherever we live |
| We’re haunted by our past |
| Our war-like minds in times of peace are agony |
| We want to move on, we want to forgive |
| And take the higher path |
| But madness kills tranquility |
| A soul-sick nation |
| Of children lost and never found |
| A soul-sick nation |
| Is burning to the fucking ground |