Scarve

Inhale this sweet parfume
Of acid Sulphur
Spit yourdespair
In humiliating joy
Sweat from all your pores
Burnt by the anger
Hes in you, hes everywhere
He stabs you where it hurts
Hes the creator, the only one
Hes back to never leave again
What would the spirit
Be if it could burn?
Evaporating in an
Asphyxiating atmosphere
Polluted by the shockwaves
Of its predecessors
Contaminated by a disease
Which has only just begun
Disappointed, speechless
Copses are falling one by one
A psychic desolation storm is on its way
Deserters are legions,
Digging their graves
Lay down, close your eyes
Sprawl in your insane certainty
You aint pleading anyones cause
A few scraps of memories...
Your cosmic rictus greets him
He dominates you with his
Dictorial behaviour
You offer all your light to his darkness
He drowns you in eternal
Sadness and locks you away
What would the soul be if it could shine?
Free from all its virtual sins
Like a flame spreading through a shadowy passage
Lost to his sight of pixelated memories
[ A Few Scraps Of Memories Lyrics ]