Bewildering Conception Of Truth Songtext
von Vulkan

Reaper in the hourglass. Every grain of sand will pass.
Monuments of spells we cast. In this age we all die fat.

Hail and hallelujahs. Higher purpose for the masses.
Begging, thieving, keeping all the good ones for yourself.
How to kill unworthy men. Judge them with your own two hands.

Seal the frame that shuts your eyes. Use the tool you keep inside.
Don′t pretend you're not condemned.
Don′t pretend you're not, you sleep within.

Feel the blade cut through your mind and reconnect all the dotted
Lines. Peeling the layers unable to find nothing but puzzeling signs.

Waiting for a God
Future full of riches

All egos tumble
Growing ignorance
No more dire winners
Broken sinners


I wont go cause I'm not here
Little boy you can go anywhere
Don′t evolve, vegetate
Little boy you will grow and be fierce
A momentary relapse

Waves from stars aligned
Flying through the haze

Waiting for a god and for a future full of riches
Always gazing up when there is something you are missing.
Endless fucking line of all these day to day believers.
Oh now all hope is gone

Feel the blade cut through your mind and reconnect all
The dotted lines. Peeling the layers unable to find halos.

All egos tumble
Growing ignorance
No more dire winners
Broken sinners