Acathexis
Acathexis

Trackliste

• 1. Immurement (09:36)
   copy

  Hope is a figure in the wall
  Nothing but the pale shadow of our existence
  The constant deceit that makes us fall
  erring through pain along the distance.
  
  To ease the anguish of our days
  We live our lives as if it had a meaning
  trying to avoid the painful embrace
  we hide through masks to show no feelings
  
  Digging trenches where we stand still
  Waiting for a sparkle of joy to come
  
  But I can feel nothing
  As I watch my dreams come undone
  But I can feel nothing
  As I watch my dreams come undone
  
  Hope is a figure in the wall
  Nothing but the pale shadow of our existence
  The constant deceit that makes us fall
  erring through pain along the distance.
  
  To ease the anguish of our days
  We live our lives as if it had a meaning
  trying to avoid the painful embrace
  we hide through masks to show no feelings
  
  Digging trenches where we stand still
  Waiting for a sparkle of joy to come
  
  I am buried where light cannot reach
  And where hope is but a memory
  
  In despair we scream
  Begging for a word of hope
  As if we would hear a response
  The silence is deafening
  
  Falling deeper into the void
  dragged by its hollow core
  The will to live fades away
  and my dreams end their days
  
  And so I bury them
  As I have before
• 2. Life Only Festers (09:21)
   copy

  Reclaiming the time we have wasted waiting
  Between the mud and rubble of our lives
  we are survivors condemned to breathe among the dead
  with hope born from solitude.
  
  There s no need to remove the blindfold
  from those who walk in darkness
  There s no need to remove the blindfold
  from those already blind
  
  What if the illusion to overcome despair falls?
  What if we have already uttered our final words?
  what we set out to be when dreaming was worth it
  is a sham to be forgotten
  
  The world keeps spinning and here we are with nothing to behold
  Submerged within this thickening fog where ambitions are dying hopes.
  We die looking for the answers
  written in the paths we did not wish to walk.
  
  What if the illusion to overcome despair falls?
  What if we have already uttered our final words?
  
  To look up to the sky,
  willing to break the fetters of fate
  The need to scream, to howl like a light bearer
  to reveal the way in the void of our soul
  
  Reclaiming the time we have wasted waiting
  Between the mud and rubble of our lives
  we are survivors condemned to breathe among the dead
  with hope born from solitude.
  
  The world keeps spinning and here we are with nothing to behold
  Submerged within this thickening fog where ambitions are dying hopes.
  We die looking for the answers
  written in the paths we did not wish to walk.
  
  Fog envelops, and entombs our withered light
  A pathetic shadow of its glorious birth
  Awaiting burial within the cold embrace
  Freed from the prison of
  Desire
• 3. Veins Hollowed (10:37)
   copy

  Looking for meaning
  To ease my rotten heart
  after all these years of fighting
  against my own will
  
  All objections
  All rejections
  All reproaches
  
  Useless words, dying, reaching nowhere
  
  I still must extinguish
  The embers in my veins
  A vertiginous instant of lucidity
  Descending through the sinuous labyrinth
  
  With black clouds staining the clear blue sky
  I pound the earth with my fists
  As if it could be undone
  
  In this rotten world
  I can find nothing else
  but the wretched husks
  of hopeless failure
  
  Mirrors into myself
  
  In search for understanding
  We walk through endless roads
  Tirelessly dragged by the desire
  to set us free from the burden of existence
• 4. Stillborn // Isolate (10:07)
   copy

  Completely isolated
  Born into a black abyss
  No senses, no movement
  A prison for the mind
  
  I cannot understand this place
  My weary eyes do not see
  My withered hands do not feel
  Except the darkness which fetters me
  
  Suddenly a familiar voice pierces through the silence
  It beckons me to arise
  It fills me with a horror so very wretched
  And reopens festering wounds
  
  The very sound flushes cold blood through my veins
  Flesh awakening to agony
  Recoiling, my body wrenches within its bonds
  Wretched vessel for suffering
  
  Is my existence an abomination?
  The pathetic whimpering of flesh and bone?
  
  Is my existence an abomination?
  The pathetic whimpering of flesh and bone?
  
  There is no joy in a world like this
  Where words are useless sounds uttered without reason
  To speak is to foolishly clutch to meaning
  To hear is to be utterly deceived
  
  Is my existence an abomination?
  The pathetic whimpering of flesh and bone?
  
  I grow so cold again
  As if I am already dead
  But I am not allowed that release
  I will remain here, dying forever
  
  There is no joy in a world like this
  There is no joy in a world like this
  There is no joy in a world like this
  There is no joy in a world like this
  
  I grow so cold again
  I grow so cold again
Dauer: 39:41