Joys of the EmptinessLyrics
Breathing here,
And the air is clear
Changes of which I could foresee
Violence caressing,
Impending distress
As my body lay sleeping,
Internally bleeding, and
Shallow despair, broken years
Years you cannot repair
Summoned here,
And all must see the hypocrisy
Peed back the face, the sorry mind,
A vacant space
Born deprived,
The moods expired in reality
A fantasy, based on harmony
A victim released accordingly
Scatter the ashes,
Remains of life's passages,
Mocking and meaningless,
Toys of the empty, and
Mighty and proud,
Reaching up to touch the shroud
Tangled here,
And far beyond from atrocity
Frozen and cold,
Bleak the memories of old
Times capsize the born
Desires for technology
Writer(s): G. MACKINTOSH, N. HOLMES
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Joys of the Emptiness?
"Joys of the Emptiness" as stand alone title is more than enough to ignite philosophical conversations. I'm lost in Holme's lyrical labyrinths once more. I choose these magnificent lyrics as a reference: A man's past described in a way that....oh, forget it, you need to be Edgar Allan Poe to be able to analyze it.
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