| Imbecilia | Explosion Of Fear (13.09.2001) Yesterday the earth stood still And the innocence fell apart Today we`re laying paralysed Just to consider ourselves again There`s an explosion of fear In every human soul We`re trying to creep forward But we`re far out of reach Not living and not dying Emptiness still drains us It`s a dull touch of ice In a sanatorium called life There`s an explosion of fear In every human heart A wall of hate and tears In an icy trace of dust [URL=http://www.hexachord.org/Music/Explosion_Of_Fear.mp3]mp3 des tracks[/URL] |
| Imbecilia | Bad Fall Growing (October 1998) Does it feel like coming down again? Why does it really hurt to live? Come in, Number 6, your time is up... Or for what the hell are these tears? Has everything beautiful to cut so deep? Is it ill to see, to hear, to feel? Or is it just this miserable fall again? Didn`t I have enough already? I got no chance against myself One of my bad falls is growing Where`s the legendary tale gone? Oh why, why, why has it gone? Is it the end this time or just a new beginning? And do I need any balm again? I got no chance against myself One of my bad falls is growing Is it a human feeling to be helpless? To sit and see and hear and feel? Why do I still have to live this nighty day? And is The Undead arising again? I got no chance against myself One of my bad falls is growing [URL=http://www.hexachord.org/Music/Bad_Fall_Growing.mp3]mp3 des tracks[/URL] |
| Imbecilia | Creed (October 1997) Caged down in a steamy period We stare and notice - prosy punny pulps Take this in wilful whoop And make it end - the wisdom is within Sprites form the spiteful ones Gloom dreary themes - glower us at all North country unkempt skulls They blind uncertain - unless they fall apart Unison odes in ochre eves Shatter and die - excel the mortal doubt Shreds of iternal shouts Call through the shell - including feckless fiats Fiends filch in holy fetters Boast their time - white bodies turn to black Fall in a long dark sleep We`re at the end - say your creed and die |
| Imbecilia | The Lord`s Supper (August 1998) After threshold`s creed Reversal psychos bleed Punctual take your seat The lord`s supper of blood and meat Squeak out willow the wisp Mechanized all plastic A leviathan is on the lift A dark mazurka calls you to the ship Burn down civic filth Metamorphosis sigma six Honey sheep call the megs Clamorous tatter city of rags Whisper the great man`s name Before you join in the game Ghostly ghoulish miles insane The lord`s supper in an ancient frame |
| Imbecilia | All Equal Friends Depart (13.10.02) I will cry my last tears For the world that I have known And I will die my last death For our future never shown I will still care for the pain And all the angers in my heart Our decay is slowly burning Consuming us apart Divided into poles Of negotions never made Bringing back a picture Of walking in deep shade And moving on an on All equal friends depart Our final clock runs madly Not hesitating time Jokes at us so cheerless Playing our last chime I will do my last weeping With sighing in the end And point a last caress Of bitter sweet content Divided into poles Of negotions never made Bringing back a picture Of walking in deep shade And moving on an on All equal friends depart |
