Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Antebellum, artist - The Human Abstract.
Date of issue: 07.03.2011
Song language: English
Antebellum |
We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth |
And sold them off to thieves |
Now we sell ourselves around. |
Only time will tell if stories like these will share the same fate. |
Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman’s war |
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise |
The battlefields are colored with the ignominy stained creed |
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded |
They rise into this world. |
Kneeling and trembling before him. |
We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth |
And sold them off to thieves |
Now we sell ourselves around. |
Waiting on knowledge |
Fed to us with a plastic spoon. |
Consuming the scraps, of the mis"ed and deceased |
With every word spoken today |
Make what you will and understand |
A typical feud nurtured, over many moons passed. |
Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman’s war |
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise |
The battlefields are colored with the ignominy stained creed |
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded |
They rise into this world. |
Beyond the drought-worn hillside |
A figure appears as the cumulus over us darkens |
We look up to face our fears |
And by the rise of his all powerful hand, he sets vengeance and proclaims: |
«Follow me or be crushed to the depths of weak mannered simpletons. |
You have nowhere to hide, bow before me.» |
The regiment’s morale dwindles |
As they stare at me I yell: |
«As we perish may our blood that spills |
Be not taken in vain, giving us eternal continuance.» |
And as he slaughtered them all one by one |
I watched from a distance |
Waiting for the chance to raise my hand |
«No more, will I be under your manipulation.» |
I thrust forward |
With my perceptive glaive |
Gathering all my strength |
Thou shalt now disappear |
Bruised and beaten |
Severed head in hand |
The archetype has failed |
We’ll never forget. |
We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth |
And sold them off to thieves |
Now we sell ourselves around. |
Waiting on knowledge |
Fed to us with a plastic spoon; |
with a plastic spoon. |
Regiments of disconnects |
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise |
Battlefields colored with creeds |
Their eyes, their eyes blindfolded |
They rise into this world. |