Songtext von Anathema

Come close to the unfamiliar warmth Coy gesture To paralyze Beloved Covetous Stuns the brute with uninvited praise The troubled times The tear aways Disconnected But forever demanding Cataclysm The slate is clean Anathema It's rapture endearing Occupied opposition Modern day mayhem in its place Trust your fears that deception will come In the shape of chivalry Antidote To this apathy Initial longing like needles to nerves Converts into conquered Kiss it goodbye The beauty's conceit In this house of suffering What's been denied Is now desired Bound and branded Deprivation provokes frustration The copy kill preconceived Impelled to convert Amends from this solitude Recoil victims from travesty Cataclysm The slate is clean Anathema It's rapture endearing Bound and branded By the crestfallen mark