Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eternal Dismemberment Complex, artist - Damaged.
Date of issue: 07.03.2005
Song language: English
Eternal Dismemberment Complex |
Underestimated, spreading out contagious oversaturation |
Strengthened apparitions beat away aggression’s altered state |
Pretentions crunch in anaesthesia, conscious anaesthesia, huh? |
Weave the worm through, bound to being the bait that I am |
Spilling ominous trails of blood from rejection |
And as foul as it all is, of an autacoids stench |
Numb from holding it in for too long forgotten |
And even if it’s true, what’s been said |
Never mind 'bout not having to flinch |
Being one step ahead of yourself made anagrams of your stealth |
Attitudes insignificant lost in everlasting sickness, Writhe in instinct |
Anachronistic, brick-by-brick shutting out all reflections of size |
Letting it go backwards, fall then materialize |
In remorse, incomplete killed in spite of defeat |
As conclusive accomplishments cannibalize more lies |
As wise as you are, regret’s designed the scars |
That mark the rest of your sheltered life’s logistics |
Soaked in rapture, clean clots. |
unebbed dead? |
To cull the rumour going 'round |
That’re occurring f*cking sound |
Emptiness, denial, thoughtlessness |
Sadistic ties surmise, fantasise |
To make that vertigo go away and make forever everyday |
Not even in itself is the self right, it’s taken as nothing |
Necessity just to keep giving something |
It’s selfish |
Laziness, desire, sacrifice, a dream |
The spawn of hypocrisy’s birthed opportunity offering reasons |
Soul, waste of time, not even unexplained |
Maybe forthright, there could be a purpose |
I think destiny told me so, last nights intro |
In utero, I’ve carried spawn for hates |
Cut the guiding apostle, taking dues from underneath |
Footing swept from beneath, the realm of a place I’ll never go |
Brick-by-brick retention, altered shape rejection |
Chameleon’s mould to the outcome |
Distorting the mirrors, reflecting the view |
Bait that I am |
Grinding paranoia calculating from a distance |
Between difference, different sides collide an unmissing stride |
Running on agony, racing to answers that’s finding out something that’s |
Stapled itself necessary, not to be true. |
Life’s simple? |
Democratic tantamount in impotence |