Paroles de Contain

Those thousand shadows are coming to feed the mill of my torments Each one is a painful remembrace, a drop of icy light A blinding flavour, a flagrance of blood Is this fucking real or an I dreaming again? As stars are weakening and are becoming cold As suns are dying and the space between stars is becoming wider So the resistance I oppose is running low as my contact with the world There are moments in wich I can not recognize myself Sometimes, I remember all and sometimes, my jaws clenched by the horror I discover the extent of damages I have caused, regaining reality Everything has been written for me And I can't do anything to turn the order of things upside down Who's my master? I can't control my thoughts, my acts, myself I don't wanna stay a witnes of my own life By the emission of disparate frequencies I'm arbitrating lucidity and confusion I'm lost in a lack of conscience, incapable of understanding what's happening From the dephts of an undreamt abyss, advice are held Each one is a voice coming with a purple reflect Come to me scarlet lights, I can drink your putrid ray