Lyrics of Wounds

Wounds I - Hemostasis

Wide open scarified like the abyss
these wounds are bleeding heavily.
The tearing pain is breaking your mind.
Hard to believe that once everything was all right.
It takes your breath, try not to collapse.

This life seems to be hard
with open wounds and pain
that will never ever end.

The cuts have been deep, the flesh is slashed.
Your sanity has gone, but you have to move on.
Do not care for the scars,
it's time to stop the bleeding.

This life seems to be hard
with open wounds and pain
that will never ever end.

Wounds II - Inflammation

Infectious thoughts are constantly
floating through your veins.
Putrefaction of your attitude
is destroying your life.

Turned inside out
nothing is left to hide.
Lost to the dolor
you are screaming so silent.

Your wounds are here to stay,
No scurf to scratch them away.

The heat is rising to your head.
Your defect is a lack of joy.
You have no defense, no control.
Disintegrated with no sense in life.

You glorify the inflammation
and praise the infection.

You wallow in trash and filth and blood.
A sea of red.
You look into a future that is the past.
A sky of black.

So much regret for things
that no one could change.
So much sorrow for wounds
that no one can heal.

Wounds III - Proliferation

- instrumental -

Wounds IV - Epithelialization

The horror is gone, you still feel the panic.
The pain remains present, manifested in your wounds.
It feels abstract, but you know it is real.
Fear keeps crawling, it is gnawing at your bones.

You try to fill the emptiness with your tears.
You are thinking of what could have been.
You know there was no other way.
No other option but to fall.

You take your wounds as an icon, as the symbol of your loss.
You cannot be someone else, pitch-and-toss.

You accept the pain as an part of yourself,
maybe the wounds have been there before.
Your whole life is a wound, received with birth.
You just need to accept the healing.

You get used to all the loneliness, despair and self-despise.
Your wounds are closed but they are now bleeding from the inside.
There must be a last resort, a place to go and hide.

Every new day is the mirror of fails from the past.
You take comfort in dreaming of things that could not last.

Wounds V - Scarring

Your pain has matured like a good wine,
it is like the suffering grew over time.
There is just rain and no sunshine
in this storm of misery.

These scars will never go away.
These scars are meant to stay.

Your wounds are not bleeding anymore,
they formed scars like the past became memory.
Try to accept the way that things are going,
that love and hate are showing just two sides of the story.
What once was close divides the other day.

These scars will never go away.
These scars are meant to stay.

Wounds VI - Maturation

Remember the bleeding, the pain and sorrow.
Remember the despair, the hurt and depression.
Your veins were pulsating, your heart raging.
Your skin was burning, your bones aching.

Can you remember?

Your scars will always remind you.
The past will always find you.

Remember the waiting, the begging and praying.
Remember the resistance, the fury and rage.
Your faith was abandoned, confidence was gone.
Your will was broken, desires turned pale.

Can you remember?

Your scars will always remind you.
The past will always find you.

Remember the regret, the remorse and doubts.
Remember the changes, the turns and renewal.
Your dreams were shattered, your plans destroyed.
Your love was broken, your wishes gone.

Can you remember?

Your scars will always remind you.
The past will always find you.




Lyrics of Songs of Deepest Skies (Split)

Sky of Sorrow

There is no pain without beauty,
there is no beauty without pain.

The sky looks strange today,
this morning feels like yesterday.
The dawn carries the dust
of memories and forgotten times.

There is no pain without beauty,
there is no beauty without pain.

The red floats into the grey of mist,
frail light gets wiped away by rain.
But the coldness cannot clear the afterglow,
the remembrance of all that never will come back.

With the evening recurs the red,
the clouds are drowned in color.
A celestial cenotaph
that all the time was wasted.
The day dies in a black robe
leaving nothing but darkness.
Absent stars are singing
about dreams that never will come true.

There is no pain without beauty,
there is no beauty without pain.




Lyrics of Wires of Woe, Ways of Waste

Wires

These wires of woe
are never ending.
With no origin,
they descend from nowhere,
leading into the void.

Pulsating landscapes
of shattered visions
oscillate into reflections
of a broken forlorn self.

Vibrating flickering
electrical impulses
illuminate the visions
of the fathomless vastness,
where nothingness
is the essence of it all.

These wires are the aching scars
that are deeply carved into the space
between what is left behind and
what is never never meant to come.

Not moving, not standing still,
everything fades without a stop,
constantly changing into forms
that do not vary in shape.

These wires are routing the pain
into the abyss that carries all away.
They fill the emptiness with all
that does not even exist.

Woe

In this cold gray light all is shadow.
In this shattered radiation all is
blurred illumination, omnipresent aching glare.

This gray light is a state of frailty.
All has lost it's color, a sketch of
an awfully funny caricature of life itself.

Existence is fading when separation
is the beginning and the end.
Moments rush by and the images of them
are illusions within the infirmity of time.
Everything visible is a deception
of the subjectivity of perception.

Repression seems to be the only way
for persistence in this light of gray.

In this cold gray light,
In this cold gray light
all is in woe.

Ways

Blocked by heavy black buildings,
thrash and dirt allow no passing,
wet by the rain and mist.
Nothing that could reflect a light.

There even is no light anymore,
so the ruins can't cast shadows.

Day and night are melting to a viscous mass,
time has no room where life is finally erased.

Waste

Wasted ways are leading backwards,
The perspective has changed,
changed from sorrow to desperation.

Antagonism arises with the conflict
of conception and perception never in balance.

This is the dead end of permanent dilemma.

Wasted ways are leading backwards,
where nothing can be found.
The perspective has changed,
changed from sorrow to desperation.

Pathways through the waste of human life have no intent.
They are a maze of inevitable failure and dishonest regret.

There is no sunset in a nightmare of never-ending night.
The light of knowledge is hidden behind the ignorance.

Wasted ways are leading backwards,
where nothing can be found.
The perspective has changed,
changed from sorrow to desperation.