Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sullen Days, artist - Suffocation. Date of issue: 14.02.2013
Song language: English
Sullen Days |
| The broken ways, as I walk through the emptiness |
| Lost souls as empty as mine |
| Barren and desolate, foreseeing the irony |
| Abolish the self, merge into a singular space |
| Confront the self, subduing the whim’s inside |
| No feelings to exude and portray the sullen days |
| As we hide from the bitterness, |
| Embellish reality, or so your told |
| No other way, to prepare for awakening |
| Condense the frail ridden mind |
| Keep without consciousness |
| To adhere to the ending days |
| The gods are not here for you now, |
| Expect a dichotomy |
| Ancient thoughts to prepare for the exodus |
| Shutter at what knowledge will hold |
| Sullen days searching for a singular way |
| Now I conceive a brutal reality, |
| Just wanting to kill |
| Murder in mind, to silence a virus |
| Internal struggle containing the violence |
| Wanting to purge the earth |
| Denying my thoughts to obtain absolution |
| Pray for my soul to receive its ascension |
| Sullen days as I dwell in this empty shell |
| Hopes of redemption decline |
| Festering hate inside as I harbor the pain within |
| A tormented soul that’s tortured and bound |
| God fearing agony |
| Broken days, in my bitter reality |
| Conform thy self, I brood within |
| Prepare to die, as I wade through these sullen days, |
| The know not my plans of what destiny holds |
| What you don’t know, is silence can kill |
| What I know is silence will manifest |
| Hatred, brewing within me I dream of killing |
| If thoughts could lash out, you’d all be dead |
| Now I conceive a brutal reality, |
| Just wanting to kill |
| Murder in mind, to silence a virus |
| Internal struggle containing the violence |
| Wanting to purge the earth |
| Denying my thoughts to obtain absolution |
| Pray for my soul to receive its ascension |
| Sullen days as I dwell in this empty shell |
| Hopes of redemption decline |
| Festering hate inside — as I harbor the pain within |
| A tormented soul that’s tortured and bound |
| God fearing agony |
| Broken days, in my bitter reality |
| Conform thy self, I brood within |
| Prepare to die, as I wade through these sullen days, |
| They know not my plans of what destiny holds |