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Imperial Vengeance
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Of Insect And Allegory
Awake i lie and stare towards the crack Just like the patient spider crafts his deadly chord; And watching, waiting for a sign of life, I dream of candour and of just rewards. Whilst in the lower chambers, sister plays a mournful dirge, of solitude and strife. Confusion plagues my every thought of brighter times: At one with my community - a better life. Look to the clock-What time is it now? ...It seems I cannot move Confined to these four walls ...Or is it five? The falsehoods that these eyes do contrive.
'Gregor.....Gregor Samsa....'
Where once were hands, now seems unto me To have turned to something sinister- I cannot tell. The shape of a man and yet this shadow feels so wrong I draw the latch, this room becomes my private hell. The mirrors now seem to play cruel tricks And laugh from darkened corners at this fearful plague. This growing inner turmoil this disease inflicts This rotting carapace, mortality decayed.
My destiny Or is it doom? I hear the voices: family They call each one, my name to me: ..They gather and require... Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com ...My presence now... outside this room... ...But when I try to speak....the words ....Of comfort to their nervous fears... ...I find I cannot make a sound...
To drive away the demons I reach toward my inner strength And yet all can I muster are vile contortions of the throat. I pray this is just a dream and subject to the kvetch's gloat
'Als Gregor Samsa eines Morgens aus unruhigen Träumen erwachte, Fand er sich in seinem Bett zu einem ungeheueren Ungeziefer verwandelt.'.
I draw back the latch and I see before me - The horror on the faces of my kin They know me no more - As I slip to the floor And the final transformation now begins. These darkling days, and the changing of ways With the rising of oceans unclean: We all from birth, to the ends of the earth are but wheels in this global machine. Thy know me no more - As I slip to the floor And the final transformation now begins. These darkling days, and the changing of ways With the rising of oceans unclean..
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