Lyrics Through Infectious Waters - Draconian

Through Infectious Waters

This flesh holds me captive and in quest of liberation…
As the sheep flock in the dissonance, I tread in dissent
To the piercing light that sears our hearts;
To the sickness that plagues our spirits…
I cannot revere in this blind acceptance and falter in my comprehension
Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!
Heal this restless spirit — that bestowed naught
Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate — I consign!
Heal my heart, my weeping soul…
I consign this putrid flesh
Nothing here, nobody there…
Erroneous illness shouting
The outcry reviles this tattered soil…
Drowning the world in filth and distortion
Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!
Heal this restless spirit — that bestowed naught
Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate — I consign!
Heal my heart, my weeping soul…
I consign this putrid flesh
I’ll leave my conscience to die
A barrenness of dreams and anticipation;
Life and hope shrivel into the void
Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate — I consign!
Heal my heart, my weeping soul…
I consign this putrid flesh
In this pantheon of sorrow
We are everything, yet nothing!
And as long we’re breathing
The burden devoid of conclusion!
Unaided I slither — ravaged, silent and alone
I smoulder in anxious strife;
I decline these exhausted remnants of decay
The world is coming to an end;
a vast ocean of disease…
All hope is lost… or perhaps this is the cradle of salvation
I must tranquil these turbulent waters
No more expressions shall leave my trait…
No further words shall be spoken
This illness they conceived broke my tired wings