Текст песни: Acrid Semblance. From The Oblivion. A Perfect Pseudocrity.
As I fall through the depths of this abyss inside
A cold swirl devours me of my last drop of sense
Fallen way beyond from the archaic heights
I now see no black, only see colours so blind
Reason obliviates emotion, lust obliviates lust
Time obliviates touch, numbness I left in thy crust
I see the pain in your eyes, eating you from deep inside
Guiding you to the scenes you've seen, again they light the torch of misery
I see the pain in your eyes, feel my burning touch in your thighs
Leaving you in the abyss of demise, fight thy haunting guilts tonight
From a sense so vivid, from a life so rheotic
I now live a life, emptied by pseudocrity
Perfection, thy desire, unholy cry for lust,
I see thy fixated to the chains of disgust
Reason obliviates emotion, lust obliviates lust
Time obliviates touch, numbness I left in thy crust
I see the pain in your eyes, eating you from deep inside
Guiding you to the scenes you've seen, again they light the torch of misery
I see the pain in your eyes, feel my burning touch in your thighs
Leaving you in the abyss of demise, fight thy haunting guilts tonight
[Solo: Vikas]
[Solo: Kshitish]
Reason obliviates emotion, lust obliviates lust
Time obliviates touch, numbness I left in thy crust
I see the pain in your eyes, eating you from deep inside
Guiding you to the scenes you've seen, again they light the torch of misery
I see the pain in your eyes, feel my burning touch in your thighs
Leaving you in the abyss of demise, fight thy haunting guilts tonight
From The Oblivion
Acrid Semblance
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