Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Accuser , by - Alustrium. Release date: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Accuser , by - Alustrium. The Accuser |
| Exhaustion racks this corpse |
| There is nothing left to give |
| The legs begin to give out |
| And the pursuers grow closer |
| Black hands reach from shadows |
| Seeking to gain purchase |
| Weakly swatting them away |
| Losing the will to live |
| The footsteps patient and measured |
| Come with confidence |
| Like buzzards above the doomed |
| Waiting for easy prey |
| Afforded only withering motivation |
| Out of reserves, resolve completely drained |
| Concde, Surrender |
| Falling to tak the knee |
| Giving up, giving in |
| Attrition is attained |
| Running seems hopeless |
| And I’ve already tried to die once |
| Disregard for bodily pain |
| Disregard for bodily form |
| The dark coils come into sight |
| The shape moves effortlessly |
| The air chills as the wind picks up |
| The mind conjures images of death |
| The shame, this avoidable failure |
| Worthy of nothing but misery and pain |
| The tortures forthcoming deserved |
| Sought for, considered, and paid for in full |
| Yet still, in spite of beliefs to the contrary |
| This still just doesn’t seem fair |
| Willing to accept the blame |
| But unwilling to accept what it means |
| Laid down, tired, thirsty and starved |
| Between dying flames |
| Surrender is finalized |
| Face down in the dirt |
| With only enough energy to curl up and die |
| Did you really think it would be so easy? |
| Did you really think you could get away? |
| Did you really think that no one would notice? |
| Did you really think there was a simple escape? |
| Black tendrils snake their way out |
| And work to ensnare every limb |
| Their touch so cold it burns |
| And accusations then begin |
| Ungrateful, unloving |
| Unwilling to reciprocate |
| Unaware of your luck |
| Un-knowing, unstriving |
| Unable to put forth the work |
| Self-involved, egotistic |
| Unthinking of those who love you |
| At the heart of the earth |
| The victim, the martyr |
| Unable to suffer in silence |
| Begging, pleading, as darkness creeps over this lifeless, colorless, |
| worthless cadaver |
| The paradox of self-imposing the judgement while not wanting the sentence is |
| perfectly clear |
| A blank face with familiar features hangs over inverted and scowls |
| disapprovingly |
| The tendrils, they writhe and climb and support the white mask as it repeats |
| Ungrateful, unloving |
| Unwilling to reciprocate |
| Unaware of your luck |
| Un-knowing, unstriving |
| Unable to put forth the work |
| Self-involved, egotistic |
| Unthinking of those who love you |
| At the heart of the earth |
| The victim, the martyr |
| Unable to suffer in silence |
| Exhaustion racks this corpse |
| There is nothing left to give |
| The eyes begin to close |
| As the accusations echo |
| The shame, this avoidable failure |
| Worthy of nothing but misery and pain |
| The tortures forthcoming deserved |
| Sought for, considered, and paid for in full |
| Yet still, in spite of beliefs to the contrary |
| This still just doesn’t seem fair |
| Willing to accept the blame |
| Unwilling to accept what it means |