Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Minions: The Fallen, artist - Psycroptic. Album song Symbols of Failure, in the genre Date of issue: 30.04.2006
Record label: Psycro
Song language: English
Minions: The Fallen |
| Another un-replenishing slumber… |
| These dreams continue, bringing a contradictory message… |
| Slowly changing your thought patterns: rearranging your mind |
| Yet, this time it’s different — confused, undisciplined! |
| They are of the same origin |
| This you can somehow feel how and why is unclear |
| Intense is the stench of the paranoia within |
| Sickened to your core |
| Leaving your senses numb in parallel |
| Fearing sleep — it will happen once again |
| The ongoing |
| Dissolution of your sanity |
| Thoughts that aren’t your own rage inside gout head |
| Gradually cleansing the singularity you possess |
| A hierarchy broken: disordered they wander |
| Without purpose… reason… method |
| Not in body… but in mind |
| A blueprint of mental ambiguity |
| Fallen: their sovereign the flawless one |
| Minion of the fallen |
| Once easily controlled |
| Weak of will, strong of mind |
| Chosen for the telekinetic qualities they possess |
| Helping to cure man… |
| To mend all that is flawed |
| Cultivated in clandestine |
| Groomed for the chores that lay ahead |
| It is a noble pursuit to heal the sick… |
| Yet not of an ailment they would desire to keep |
| Their own singularity |
| Left without guidance to pave a now disordered path |
| Minds scatted by the pursuit of absolute perfection |
| Moulded by the environment in which was so pure |
| Previously free to sculpt others |
| In their own glorious image |
| Under the watchful and ever present master’s gaze |
| Carefully reordering the subliminal traits of the countless blemished psyche |
| Maintaining a balance, a cure for the ailing |
| 'they mast be changed for the good of all |
| Independence of mind is an unacceptable outcome |
| It is not perfect, not pure |
| A pursuit neither 'good' nor 'evil'… no more |
| With his falling |
| All guidance is lost |
| The fallen one, so convinced; |
| Determined to repair what has been eternally flawed: |
| The Human Race |
| Conquered by the defect of his own mortality |
| Unguided… Untamed… Unstopped… |
| One thought with an infinity of voices |
| No balance in the human form |
| Stopped |
| This will return us to zero when it is finished, how are we to continue? |
| For we will he only one — the same mind in a multitude of bodies |