Lyrics Observer - The Acacia Strain

Observer

Instead of fighting
The sickness she is
You become the disease
Give your life to the witch
Give your life to the witch
Give your life to the witch
Give your life to the witch
«You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn’t matter if they’re dead or
alive, you can still read 'em.
You know what you see?
They welcomed it…
not at first, but… right there in the last instant.
It’s an unmistakable
relief.
See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time
how easy it was to just… let go.
Yeah, they saw, in that last nanosecond,
they saw… what they were.
You, yourself, this whole big drama,
it was never more than a jerry rig of presumption and dumb will,
and you could just let go.
To finally know that you didn’t have to hold on so
tight.
To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate,
all your memories, all your pain, it was all the same thing.
It was all the
same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a
person.
And like a lot of dreams, there’s a monster at the end of it.»
«Remember the old days… How everything used to be?
We used to be so happy.
I miss that.
I miss us.
How normal it used to be.
You and I used to smile so
much… Look at all that water.
I love the ocean because it reminds me of all
the wonderful times we used to have here.
The sounds and the sights,
and the smell, it just makes me so happy.
All of those memories and feelings
help me live.
The hope that maybe everything will be like they used to be gives
me a reason to wake up in the morning.
I don’t dream anymore.
I know a lot of
people say that but I really don’t.
It’s hard to dream when everything you used
to dream about is a nightmare.
I don’t know.
I’m sorry.
Sometimes I still cling
to that memory, hoping.
You always look the same while you’re asleep.
It’s like reliving an old memory.
So calm, so peaceful, almost happy.
It reminds me of the old me, the one I thought I knew before all this.
I’m not a stranger to these feelings.
Loneliness, emptiness, anger.
But I thought we worked through them.
I thought we defeated them, together.
Instead they stand in defiance in the back of my mind slowly inching their way
forward again.
When’s this going to stop?
Tell me.
Please tell me.
Say you’ll make it better again.
I miss the way it was.
The way things were.
I would rather die than know that I will never relive those moments again.
Because this isn’t living, this isn’t anything at all.
I would rather die.»
She pulls you deeper from the world
As you gasp your final breath
Say goodbye to the world
And face your fate that’s worse than death
She is the one you see when you close your eyes
Spreader of fear, paralyzer of lies
Gasping me for words and exploding your heart
Where is the distance alone in the dark?
Give your life to the witch
Surrender your last breath to the witch
Give your life to the witch
Surrender your last breath to the witch
«But you have no right to call me a murderer.
You have a right to kill me.
You have a right to do that… but you have no right to judge me.
It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not
know what horror means.
Horror… Horror has a face… and you must make a
friend of horror.
Horror and moral terror are your friends.
If they are not,
then they are enemies to be feared.
They are truly enemies!»
Frozen to the bed
The terror in my mind
She calls out to me
I cannot scream
I leave the world behind
I cannot scream
I cannot scream
I cannot scream
I cannot scream
Bury me in a nameless grave
Bury me in a nameless grave
Bury me in a nameless grave
Bury me in a nameless grave