Carbon Phrases
- Alkaloid (2015)You are listening to the song Carbon Phrases by Alkaloid, writer by Alkaloid in album The Malkuth Grimoire. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Thoughts are slowly moving on
Unseen where they're coming from
In disguise feelings' tension moves
Strings to be pulled by intuition.
Changing words takes precious time
Until great sense and suspense find in line
To be perfect
Be the architect
To protect your realm of dreams.
I am condemned to see things in youth
Kindness as matter, conceiving the truth
Like a spider in its web I'm waiting for a muse
A kiss to be abused.
So call me, reason, tell me your name!
Set me out of my mind!
Foresee the treason combining each frame
Shaping the perfect design.
Find me all season cold in my grave
I am the father of time
Feed the horror that keep my veins alive
To unwind the perfect line.
And once you feed the fire
My will is set ablaze
Strings of thoughts move towards my consciousness
Prosaic cynic's disease makes me crawl on my knees
Pulls me under in quick sand, makes me understand.
Carbon phrases take all their ways to find you
A phrase of love I'm afraid can't be shaped without heart.
Carbon lines fill space to create the perfect stream
The Poet's dreams are flowing in it, incomplete.
So call me, reason, tell me your name!
For I'm the father of time
Find me all season cold in my grave
Setting my mind to unwind the perfect line.
My creation
Through you my youth unholds its fire
Ideas reveal in semantic spirals, concealed.
You can read between the lines
What you'll find is grace
At the bottom of humankind.
And once you feed the fire
My will is set ablaze
Strings of thoughts move towards my consciousness
Prosaic cynic's disease makes me crawl on my knees
Pulls me under in quick sand, makes me understand.
Feed the fire
My will's set ablaze
Strings of thoughts move towards my consciousness
Prosaic cynic's disease makes me crawl on my knees
Pulls me down with her hand, makes me understand.
Carbon phrases take all their ways to find you
A phrase of love I'm afraid can't be shaped without heart.
Carbon lines fill space to create the perfect stream
The Poet's dreams are flowing in it, incomplete.
Creating you...
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