Character
Album - 19 gennaio 2005 - Debaser id 173935

Make enemies of truth and reason
In that a rage is born
Start out a promise and a venture
Where direction was never the goal

How does it feel
To run out of nothing
Where do you go
When you run out?

Never you mind
The grand perspective
Other forces kept at bay
As you narrow the field of vision
To retain a sense of control
Your focus will remain unfixed
In the haze of a world unhinged

Create a sense of purpose
Around which you base your faith
The doubt that haunts your skin
An itch that willl linger on
Forever

How does it feel
To run out of nothing
Where do you go
When you run out?

You wave off
Critique as an offender
Never question
Where your motives lie
As a part of the greatest fable
The beast all had forgotten
Instincts in a dead end rampage
Destruction as a saving grace

You run out of nothing

How does it feel
To run out of nothing
Where do you go
When you run out?

How does it feel
To run out of nothing
Where do you go?
Where do you go?

The unsaid tone of weak despair
Fail to resonate
Frayed end of our binding threads
Will disintegrate
By the laws our phiysique state
Failure to communicate
None too sentient
Hear no, see no works its magic
Against all function
Ongoing choices the trials will end
Filter the nonsense and laugh at what's left
Indecision/nonvision what matters taken away

Look at the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy

So overcome with pointless tears
To test pain receptors
Nothing matters ever here
Put up a nonreaction
These eyes will never see
Covered up from reality

Look at the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy

The unknown world that you deny
No priority
Cannot fail if you never start
How predictable
I want to know where did it end
For madness to start
Always the sceptic never be part
Introvertive/indescriptive
It matters not, not

Look at the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak

Look at the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy

The shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Now the battle is over
Lost to apathy

You are all that matters
In my private demonology
Those who fear** us now
The sons of wishes
The bastard child of dream
Enemies of hope
Let it be gone
It's all pretend

Mind matters matters not

Never again
In perfect clarity
See the day in childlike vision
Where does it lead from here
On without that guidance
Disaster
Role model without a part
Our search is wider

Cast off those wide-eyed hopes and dreams

Mind matters matters not

No need to see you there
The path we made is clear
Just stay ahead of me
This is not for me to see

Mind matters matters not

This time a prayer onto nothing
Project again
Direct oppose to action
All across the board
Shortcoming close to call
Let it be gone
It's all pretend

Mind matters matters not

Riddled by the trappings
Of words that makes the edges blur
Here on the outskirts
Of sincerity and pride
Stretched as far as words can reach
By the lure of higher meaning
There's something out there
Lost behind the power lines
It's all the same to me
It's all the same to me
Lost all faith in promises
And deadlines closing in
Tired of deciphering the wayward
Stands of truth

I don't care
'Cause I can't feel
I don't know
Anymore

Sure we've had a good run
With vowels, nouns and letters
But within its very nature
The ability to distort
There's nothing in the words I hear
That makes me want to take a stand
It has gone on for far too long
I chose to disengage
It's all the same to me
It's all the same to me
The ends of our conditioning
To swallow, take and like it
Rather keep me in the dark
Than look me in the eye

I don't care
'Cause I can't feel
I don't know
Anymore

It's all these same things pulling us down
To senses gone I cheer
It's all these same things making us blind
There's nothing here for me

Hear it coming
Heading for you now

I can't even stand the tone of arrogance
And denial on display
Here you are listless
Left for deaf
Thinking about what standards we set
In times of weary tongues
And ears that hear no end to it
Unwilling or unable
The difference left for times
Judgement
It's all the same to me
It's all the same to me
It passes on from wicked mouths
As victim takes on another role
New bold oppressor
Our teacher's product
Now stands tall

I don't care
'Cause I can't feel
I don't know
Anymore

It's all these same things pulling us down
To senses gone I cheer
It's all these same things making us blind
There's nothing here for me

Hear it coming
Heading for you now
Hear

It's all this reeking ego craves
The sun to never set
Why do threads of anger never linger?
Why does the ember turn to stone?
To where the longing goes
In with the sins of old
A face of nothing, to never see
As blind as free

Everything I want
Is in at the end of this
Everything I need
Will be at the end of me

My negation
How will you know my name
And sense the danger coming?
My negation
How can you see my face?
What's to become of me?

The art of reduction
Stripped down through
What seems defendable
Scaled to bare revisions
To stop making sense
Levelling pillars of towering fear
Rational instincts and insight to spare
End of falseness, end of grace

Everything I fear
Is in this failing
Nothing of what I am
Is in this end

My negation
How will you know my name
And sense the danger coming?
My negation
How can you see my face?
What's to become of me?

How will you know my name?