Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hidden, artist - Crematorium. Album song For All Our Sins, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 04.11.2002
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
Hidden |
I see man is plagued with a moral disease of life |
Can’t you see that your blind inside |
Fortunate to give your life |
I seek life within a buried soul |
Drying the blood of your soul |
Broken down and loosing all control |
Like child |
This word is born again |
Into a rusted sea of salt and spoils |
A broken dream laid to rest in crude blood |
Like broken arms of the clocks of existence |
Pointing us beyond a southern cross |
Past the times of preconcieved nurturings |
Give yourself unto yourself |
You are the god of your own individual plane |
Of existence |
I see man is plagued with morals loosing life |
Can’t you see that your blind inside |
Limit youself and making yourself so blind |
This is what you call loosing all control |
The dyes of seperated self ties me to loose my soul |
You are the god |
And all that matters in your world |
A world of bones brittled and battered |
Smashed into a powder that clouds this vision |
A vision of a perfect world |
And that one place |
The place in which we shall call home |
The home at rest with the collection of thought |
A place to rest with no memory |
Blackened and peacefully cold with ones self |
We live |
To Die |
With no answers |
The truth must go on |
So we |
Can see |
The lies hidden behind the words |
In our lives you know there’s so much pain |
So why do you live at all |
Some sort of sadistic |
In this life you know there’s so much hell |
So why do we live at all |
Some sort of sadistic |
Game |
We live |
To die |
With the truth |
This lifes answers must go on |
So we |
Can see |
Lies hidden behind the words |
This life shall pay |
Like the broken clocks hand |
Of dawn |
So we |
Can see |