Lyrics Polars - Textures

Polars

In perfect balance between what was meant and things that are to come
Fellow member of my kind, cannot control what you don’t understand
Time is tipping the scales of my judgement
Steel-plated heart, that once was broken down!
I choose to walk away, because I can’t bare to see things that fall apart
We used to share one thought
We used to have a bond
Lost in a mountain area
Hear her calling, but no response
Even machines come looking for me
This is a morgue
Silence is obedience
In here, automated electronic systems keep the pace well, at regulating light
and cooling systems
As for now, inhere
Lying there naked, wondering if it’s true:
Am I larger than the sum of my parts?
Engrave a sign in the earth’s crust
I want to stay longer on this planet
Things fall apart
Give me more time for I’ll be worth it
A vast as say as any highlands, there is still air there
I am breathing, so I could be there now
Manifest, for me you end in Dogma
Preparation made, silence seeks solution
Can’t stand the waiting for my sole, deadly sin
Already stood till, and a while at the location;
Scene of the act
That what man calls crime
But no crime in a war
The next day I hear her calling again
Shall I try to establish contact?
For how long could I survive here on my own?
Am I even destined to be here?
And here is maybe all that exists
I can hear other machines again.
Apparatus
No-one will ever know, why you walked away, for it is a secret revealing nature
that tells this tale
Any form or shape, a motion or disguise, is bound to be an image
A template-view made to be seen
Inside-out this situation does not apply
There can be one, I will not be scared
Knowing of the inconsequent complexity, in my appearance, there can’t be none
World without end, life of fear
Worms and flies coming out of my body
Horrendous decay of the falsening light, for those who try to understand
A calamity encounter, god-speed propellore
Meet my other end, wait for a world war
Hide for a cancer
I will stay strong by renewal of visions, refreshed by the water
My pouring with rain, my echo of eternity
Symmetry seeking a young man, going with whimper
Sigh/growth/decay, all simultaneous actions
Sanity in thought and it’s patterns, a pure form of logic mixed with emotions,
this pro-life
Why do I, Earth, exist?
I contain so many forms, would I come out for real
A quick guide to self-preservation
Here the body is only a tool
Dial: R.E.D.E.M.P.T.I.O.N., master of my fate
I harbour no illusions, but I still stand tall
Forced navigation into fields of trust
Master of my fate, where will we meet in time?
Gone now, left without the outcry of a demonstration, preparation made,
the silence seeks solution
Can’t stand the caller, waiting for my soul
In my stomach I feel an infant growing
The small child inside of me represents life
Not capable of making any decisions at all
I wait and wait for her return
For those who do not know, the difference between polars:
Unconsciousness, my bless entwined
Positively, all negative soul
One fraction of time now represents one day
The earth’s turn, the moon and planet cycles
The proximity of a planet left for dead
Nature will win this war
Fierce energy-swallowing process
A peninsula with only one road
How to visit with a main entrance blocked
No procedure needed, nor does a formulae exist
Dark impersonation of enlightenment, due to self-preservation and control,
I still stand tall
Peacefully and harsh
Freedom is a lockdown
Blinded by the light, it crawls on the floor
My rhythm upset, seek for a safer harbour
I know you feel the same, Knowing what it’s like
Up here, high, solitude of stone
A pile is just for me, and even now, being made, I am nothing
A total birth of a self-pregnant mother
Perpetuating behaviour, my outside world, beyond the mirrors
Can you feel me?
'Cause this is not my Carbondioxide!
Conditions;
boundaries crossed, layers lost, to become one with earth
My tendency to be submerged with all
One gigantic and twisted entropy
This is our final distinction