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Ataraxia - Avide De Sens lyrics
Someday you will wake up in the depth of the night
 Anguished, tormented and helpless but wondering why
 It's the torturing void of your miserable existence
 The siliness of your life, the uselessness of your acts
 All working over your mind and filing you with fear
 Someday you will realize at the end of your empty life
 Resigned, strengthless and breathless but knowing why
 You have always been acting like a greedy living dead
 Attracted by living places and begging for warmth and affection
 To finally be cast aside, rejected and left inevitably alone
 By all these unsound minded and treacherous beings
 Et un matin, tu t'?veilleras mais rien n'aura chang?
 Tes actes, insatiables, seront toujours d'une parfaite futilit?
 Que tes mots, en cent ?clats tremblants, porteront comme fardeau
 Et ni les murs, ni la pluie observ?e de ta fen?tre, n'y r?pondront
 Tu resteras ainsi, condamn?, impuissant... prisonnier de ton existenceAtaraxia - Avide De Sens - http://motolyrics.com/ataraxia/avide-de-sens-lyrics.html
 Et les jours, eux-m?mes, deviendront des ?chos... et tes cris resteront sans r?ponse
 Since we we're born, we run towards the illusions of self creation
 But I tell you, nothing will remain except the void that you once were
 And the stench of your forsaken, scummy and decomposed empty bottle
 Wordlessly filing in time within it's self sculptured wooden funereal dwelling
So comforting yourself with gods or high ideals will never make a change
 Arcane emptiness will inescapably engulf you within it's merciless arms
 Six feet under you all will be laid to rest with all your sold neighbours
 Feeding the earth with your poisonous flesh and ludicrous decaying suit
 Proclaiming your innocence against this mortal and partial punishment
 Do whatever you can for erasing years and the unkindness of time
 Pray whoever you believe for saving souls and heretical minds
 Profit whenever you're able to rekindle the flames of vain hopes
 Waste whichever you find to claim your mucking state of being









