Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Matter, artist - Once Human. Album song Evolution, in the genre
Date of issue: 16.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Союз Мьюзик по лицензии earMUSIC
Song language: English
Dark Matter |
I’ve taken for granted the reach of my voice |
Host to the outbreak, opaque blades of noise |
Chaos evolves |
Myself, a part of me must die |
To make the space for growing light |
The past devolves |
With time, don’t let it define |
Why run from what remains behind? |
Unclasp my hands |
Let go of dead weight, outgrown |
Constricting me around my throat |
My words, my last |
Who knows when death will crawl through my window |
Before I go, you should know |
Fire is where life is made |
Burn within, hear the pain |
Blacken my eyes, char my name |
Throw the ash in my face |
Near my wards |
It constellates inside my brain |
Wear the scars, claim the shame |
Now the fire, weakened flame |
There’s new growth after the blaze |
My skin bled and dried the wounds |
My eyes watched it mend |
My teeth gnashed these words of suffering |
So my mind may transcend |
Are your ears burning in likeness |
In crisis we all unite |
Redesign my biased mind |
Born to bind to the worst of times |
Growing a voice within me |
As loud as the darkness, I believe |
Oh, dark matter will ossify |
Corroding my reason |
Coalesce in my soul |
I ossify |
I blacken my eyes |
Axis of ice, frost of my spite |
I create the mold |
Orbit with heat, I increase the cold |
To keep my world under my feet |
I cannot defend what’s growing within |
Set fire to my skin |
Embers escape, all that remains |
The crux of what I am |
Noose in my voice, weapon of choice |
To suffuse my sable void |
Dark matter, no light emits |
I’m starved of life, full of regrets |
We’ve taken for granted the reach of our voice |
Host to the outbreak, opaque blades of noise |
Chaos evolves |
The world, part of it must die |
To make the space for growing light |
The past devolves |
With time, don’t let it define |
Why run from what remains behind? |
Unclasp my hands |
Let go of dead weight, outgrown |
Constricting us around our throat |
My words, my last |
Who knows |