Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vanity of Sleep, artist - Silent Planet.
Date of issue: 01.11.2018
Song language: English
Vanity of Sleep |
This is a love affair with consumer despair |
An emptiness I can call my own |
An arbitrary sanctuary |
Where we deposit prayers to a dispensable God |
Welcome to the end stage age |
Where joy is a pill and love’s a prescription |
Vaccinated with an outward suspicion |
Isolation became a pre-existing condition |
Manifested drudge of my mass-manufactured consent |
But there’s a gaping hole in my consciousness |
A deep that cries out to deep |
This is a love affair with consumer despair |
An emptiness I can call my own |
An antidote for mystery |
Our indifference is deafening |
אהיה אשר אהיה |
There’s a presence here |
It stirs inside the static dissonance of discontent that refused to relent |
I built a home overlooking a graveyard |
To remind myself I’m still alive |
Yet you see a flaw still abides |
As I witness an ending that I can’t contrive |
We watched a golden array of a casket parade |
As wealth makes its final display to the ground |
I found it strange that even in this place |
Death became such a gainful exchange |
Give me something to hold, give me something that bleeds |
I’ll scour the earth for my identity |
Is there a cure for a sick society? |
So rich in this world, so in debt to ourselves |
The network of life in such a disconnect |
How many times must we die this death? |
Annihilation is all we are |
Desolation is everything I know |
All we are is all we love |
And everything I know is destructible |
Artificial heart, obsidian soul |
Encircled by dreams that are combustible |
We trade the Garden for Cities, the Tree for a Tower |
Surrendered our faith, became addicted to power |
I know that hope grows inside of the Wound |
And I know progress is empty, I must be consumed |
So I’ll dig through these masks till I find my face |
Separate from the false pretense I embraced |
It kills me to know that you’ll never find peace |
You can have all the world, but you’ll never be free |
Tear the stitches sewn across my existence |
Cut me out from this nothingness |
Dusk will come and lay to rest our fleeting, fading, silhouettes |