Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Vanishing, artist - Tystnaden. Album song Sham of Perfection, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 09.07.2009
Record label: Limb
Song language: English
The Vanishing |
| When you dream a lot it happens that reality |
| Becomes confused with fantasy |
| And while you’re saying |
| «do not believe it’s all like that |
| All is different from how you |
| Imagine it"your heart howls a weeping of pain |
| 'Cause it knows that will never exist |
| A reality wonderful like a dream, |
| Will not ever & exist! |
| When the obsession takes you |
| Every night I try the spell of my rhyme |
| Hemmed in by void, collapsing the day |
| Vanishing in the delicious state of mania |
| Desire of accepting this living world but we can’t |
| Giddying me 'cause of the pointed thoughts in my brain |
| Open the dream’s eyes and only dive in |
| An overture of what expects me in a dream |
| Soil, ink, ills, stroke the hatred of tomorrow |
| Sky, white, health, lies… of tomorrow |
| Sun, death, dawn, stroke the hatred of tomorrow |
| Moon, life, dusk, lies… of tomorrow |
| A roving in my brain, ending with the cleaning sunrise |
| A roving in my brain… |
| … Sham of perfection |
| I live with echoes' filters |
| 'Cause this world is not enough for me now. |
| When the obsession takes you |
| Every night I try the spell of my rhyme |
| Hemmed in by void, collapsing the day |
| Vanishing in the delicious state of mania |
| Desire of accepting this living world but we can’t |
| Giddying me 'cause of the pointed thoughts in my brain |
| Open the dream’s eyes and only dive in |
| An overture of what expects me in a dream |
| Soil, ink, ills, stroke the hatred of tomorrow |
| Sky, white, health, lies… of tomorrow |
| Sun, death, dawn, stroke the hatred of tomorrow |
| Moon, life, dusk, lies… sham of perfection |
| A roving in my brain, ending with the cleaning sunrise |
| A roving in my brain… |
| … Sham of perfection |
| I live with echoes' filters |
| 'Cause this world is not enough for me now. |
| It’s my sham of perfection. |
| When you dream a lot it happens that reality |
| Becomes confused with fantasy |
| And while you’re saying |
| «do not believe it’s all like that |
| All is different from how you |
| Imagine it"your heart howls a weeping of pain |
| 'Cause it knows that will never exist |
| A reality wonderful like a dream, |
| Will not ever exist… |