Engraving Ecstasy Songtext
von Dyscarnate
Engraving Ecstasy Songtext
Enslave!
Born into a world of monotony
Shielded from all deviation
Bound by the shackles of fate
To resume all obligations put forth
Led fiercely along a blackened tunnel
With the light at the end, seeming so absolute
All other routes are blocked that escalate the track
Just follow the paragon and don′t look back!
Emerging from the light to realize the euphoria
Aeons of deliberation, hoping to be true
Devoting all to the promised life, but the future is distorted
No time for Judgment-it (was now or never)
They make us make haste (yet will not conclude)
Total deadlock (for the future sought)
No logic, no reason (just ride the onslaught-laught-laught)
Observing the peers (emulating their ways)
Wearing them down (the spirit decays)
Tolerating the act
To get through the fray, just do what they do, not what they say
Forced on their production line-moulded, shaped and formed
Scare tactics used to put off any second thoughts
An archetype for greed
The evidence manifests their will, disguised with false freedom
Deciphering the clues, no practical reason to comprehend
Assured by the tyrants, "there will be a means to an end"
A chain gang of fools is all that is to be seen
Living out a sentence for another selfish being
Stamping out the dreams, engraving the mind
Playing out the myth, forever running blind
The failure of the scrutiny shall result in everlasting misery
Betrayed!
Born into a world of monotony
Shielded from all deviation
Bound by the shackles of fate
To resume all obligations put forth
Led fiercely along a blackened tunnel
With the light at the end, seeming so absolute
All other routes are blocked that escalate the track
Just follow the paragon and don′t look back!
Emerging from the light to realize the euphoria
Aeons of deliberation, hoping to be true
Devoting all to the promised life, but the future is distorted
No time for Judgment-it (was now or never)
They make us make haste (yet will not conclude)
Total deadlock (for the future sought)
No logic, no reason (just ride the onslaught-laught-laught)
Observing the peers (emulating their ways)
Wearing them down (the spirit decays)
Tolerating the act
To get through the fray, just do what they do, not what they say
Forced on their production line-moulded, shaped and formed
Scare tactics used to put off any second thoughts
An archetype for greed
The evidence manifests their will, disguised with false freedom
Deciphering the clues, no practical reason to comprehend
Assured by the tyrants, "there will be a means to an end"
A chain gang of fools is all that is to be seen
Living out a sentence for another selfish being
Stamping out the dreams, engraving the mind
Playing out the myth, forever running blind
The failure of the scrutiny shall result in everlasting misery
Betrayed!
Writer(s): Matt Unsworth, Tom Whitty, Henry Bates Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com