As if you didn't know how it feels to lose.
As if you didn't know how it feels to lose at dice with fate.
At least have some dignity.
there was no pattern.
As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism
and we could actually laugh for a change.
As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance
and we could actually feel something.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
Tore the wrong eye out.
The hissing of hellfire.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
For this I've gained a victory.
I burn as I ought to.
As if everything was to be made right one day,
As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts
and their fingers are itchy.
and slept calmly among the wastes.
And then, we see bright and clear.
As if we would be someone else,
while mindlessly wandering through the mountains.
As if we would be someone better,
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
Tore the wrong eye out.
The hissing of hellfire.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
For this I've gained a victory.
I burn as I ought to.
As if all this was something more
than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere,
another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility...
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:34.259]As if you didn't know how it feels to lose.
[00:42.385]As if you didn't know how it feels to lose at dice with fate.
[01:12.046]
[01:41.505]At least have some dignity.
[02:29.482]there was no pattern.
[02:33.461]As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism
[02:43.839]and we could actually laugh for a change.
[02:49.651]As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance
[02:59.902]and we could actually feel something.
[03:04.821]
[03:40.005]Self crucified - missed the right tree.
[03:51.247]Tore the wrong eye out.
[03:53.929]The hissing of hellfire.
[04:05.646]Self crucified - missed the right tree.
[04:16.919]For this I've gained a victory.
[04:22.466]I burn as I ought to.
[04:28.623]As if everything was to be made right one day,
[04:49.517]As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts
[04:56.171]and their fingers are itchy.
[05:10.558]and slept calmly among the wastes.
[05:36.808]And then, we see bright and clear.
[05:40.082]
[06:31.223]As if we would be someone else,
[06:37.500]while mindlessly wandering through the mountains.
[06:44.023]As if we would be someone better,
[07:27.201]Self crucified - missed the right tree.
[07:38.382]Tore the wrong eye out.
[07:41.051]The hissing of hellfire.
[07:52.738]Self crucified - missed the right tree.
[08:04.065]For this I've gained a victory.
[08:09.882]I burn as I ought to.
[08:13.562]As if all this was something more
[08:19.949]than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere,
[08:27.086]another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility...
As if you didn't know how it feels to lose.
As if you didn't know how it feels to lose at dice with fate.
At least have some dignity.
there was no pattern.
As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism
and we could actually laugh for a change.
As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance
and we could actually feel something.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
Tore the wrong eye out.
The hissing of hellfire.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
For this I've gained a victory.
I burn as I ought to.
As if everything was to be made right one day,
As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts
and their fingers are itchy.
and slept calmly among the wastes.
And then, we see bright and clear.
As if we would be someone else,
while mindlessly wandering through the mountains.
As if we would be someone better,
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
Tore the wrong eye out.
The hissing of hellfire.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
For this I've gained a victory.
I burn as I ought to.
As if all this was something more
than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere,
another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility...
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:34.259]As if you didn't know how it feels to lose.
[00:42.385]As if you didn't know how it feels to lose at dice with fate.
[01:12.046]
[01:41.505]At least have some dignity.
[02:29.482]there was no pattern.
[02:33.461]As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism
[02:43.839]and we could actually laugh for a change.
[02:49.651]As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance
[02:59.902]and we could actually feel something.
[03:04.821]
[03:40.005]Self crucified - missed the right tree.
[03:51.247]Tore the wrong eye out.
[03:53.929]The hissing of hellfire.
[04:05.646]Self crucified - missed the right tree.
[04:16.919]For this I've gained a victory.
[04:22.466]I burn as I ought to.
[04:28.623]As if everything was to be made right one day,
[04:49.517]As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts
[04:56.171]and their fingers are itchy.
[05:10.558]and slept calmly among the wastes.
[05:36.808]And then, we see bright and clear.
[05:40.082]
[06:31.223]As if we would be someone else,
[06:37.500]while mindlessly wandering through the mountains.
[06:44.023]As if we would be someone better,
[07:27.201]Self crucified - missed the right tree.
[07:38.382]Tore the wrong eye out.
[07:41.051]The hissing of hellfire.
[07:52.738]Self crucified - missed the right tree.
[08:04.065]For this I've gained a victory.
[08:09.882]I burn as I ought to.
[08:13.562]As if all this was something more
[08:19.949]than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere,
[08:27.086]another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility...
Behold the high order abstractors
and engineers alike
The virtuous, the chaste
Weaving new layers of oblivion
Behold the kings
and leaders of men
Warl...
Repent!
Repent, for the Lord has risen high and proud.
His chariot drawn by rats and vultures,
and adorned with heads of skeptics.
Yes, the Lord is on...
Blessed be the tailors
The masks are cut to fit
Blessed be the woodworkers
The crosses and the gallows
Blessed be the forgers of iron
Blessed be the s...
Have ye courage, o my brethren?
The signs are everywhere.
Some did not see it coming,
others refused to see.
I can feel it in the tingle of the air,
i...
We hold an honorary degree in natural science
For stratigraphy of rock bottom
The layers were aplenty, as above, so below
But mostly below
The researc...
Some are born without a purpose
Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways
Most of the time it's pathetic, quick and useless
And good neighbours don't...
Ground zero of transgression:
Whether ironic distance is true subversion
As it is carved in the structure
Therefore the language of the scourge
Should...
I call upon the name
of purificating angel,
Upon the name of strangling angel
Let the world drink again
from the fountains of the great deep
upon the ...
There is a style in total denial
A certain elegance of fear
Hesychasm is so much convenient
With the desert within ourselves
Stray dogs lead disciples...