Lyrics to Aporia
Here comes the astonishment
Corruption in the system of bliss
Reveal exquisite agonies
Engulf the eternity's winds
Devoured by delusions
Illusions
Corrosion of the system of bliss
Reveal exquisite agonies
Engulf the eternity's winds
Devoured by delusions
The will to transform the world to make it tolerable
Was trapped in contradictions
The will to transform the world to make it delectable
Was a mere aberration
Fecundity of the dead locks
In this maze of affections
Don't you feel the agony?
Devoured by delusions
We, who naively believed we sowed the seeds of a golden empire,
We've just blazed our egos
Reduced to be devoured by the worms of delusions
Insane turpitudes to be
Here is the embers prophecy
Herald of a new tragedy
Driven into insanity
Devourer! Craving for insanities
To the breaking point
I've
No need of aesthetic appearances,
Nor being prostrated in contemplation
No need of any justification
For this desire of exultation
"Come to me the revolted
For there's no issue in deconstruction
For there's renewal only in the waste
And we are dedicated to distress
Come to me the disgusted
For there's no issue in the fool Reaction
For the renewal shall be a disaster
And for we are dedicated to excess"
Intoxicated
By the power of illusion
We have failed
To reach the 7th step
Corruption in the system of bliss
Reveal exquisite agonies
Engulf the eternity's winds
Devoured by delusions
Illusions
Corrosion of the system of bliss
Reveal exquisite agonies
Engulf the eternity's winds
Devoured by delusions
The will to transform the world to make it tolerable
Was trapped in contradictions
The will to transform the world to make it delectable
Was a mere aberration
Fecundity of the dead locks
In this maze of affections
Don't you feel the agony?
Devoured by delusions
We, who naively believed we sowed the seeds of a golden empire,
We've just blazed our egos
Reduced to be devoured by the worms of delusions
Insane turpitudes to be
Here is the embers prophecy
Herald of a new tragedy
Driven into insanity
Devourer! Craving for insanities
To the breaking point
I've
No need of aesthetic appearances,
Nor being prostrated in contemplation
No need of any justification
For this desire of exultation
"Come to me the revolted
For there's no issue in deconstruction
For there's renewal only in the waste
And we are dedicated to distress
Come to me the disgusted
For there's no issue in the fool Reaction
For the renewal shall be a disaster
And for we are dedicated to excess"
Intoxicated
By the power of illusion
We have failed
To reach the 7th step
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