Tystnaden

Tystnaden - The Vanishing lyrics

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When you dream a lot it happens that reality 

becomes confused with fantasy 

and while you're saying 

"do not believe it's all like that 

all is different from how you 

imagine it" your heart howls a weeping of pain 

'cause it knows that will never exist 

a reality wonderful like a dream, 

will not ever & exist! 


When the obsession takes you 

Every night I try the spell of my rhyme 

Hemmed in by void, collapsing the day 

Vanishing in the delicious state of mania 

Desire of accepting this living world but we can't 

Giddying me 'cause of the pointed thoughts in my brain 

Open the dream's eyes and only dive in 

An overture of what expects me in a dream 


Soil, ink, ills, stroke the hatred of tomorrow 

Sky, white, health, lies... of tomorrow 

Sun, death, dawn, stroke the hatred of tomorrow 

Moon, life, dusk, lies... of tomorrow 

A roving in my brain, ending with the cleaning sunrise 

A roving in my brain... 

...Sham of perfection 


I live with echoes' filters 

'cause this world is not enough for me now. 


When the obsession takes you 

Every night I try the spell of my rhyme 

Hemmed in by void, collapsing the day 

Vanishing in the delicious state of mania 

Desire of accepting this living world but we can't 

Giddying me 'cause of the pointed thoughts in my brain 

Open the dream's eyes and only dive in 

An overture of what expects me in a dream 


Soil, ink, ills, stroke the hatred of tomorrow 

Sky, white, health, lies... of tomorrow 

Sun, death, dawn, stroke the hatred of tomorrow 

Moon, life, dusk, lies... sham of perfection 

A roving in my brain, ending with the cleaning sunrise 

A roving in my brain... 

...Sham of perfection 


I live with echoes' filters 

'cause this world is not enough for me now. 


It's my sham of perfection. 


When you dream a lot it happens that reality 

becomes confused with fantasy 

and while you're saying 

"do not believe it's all like that 

all is different from how you 

imagine it" your heart howls a weeping of pain 

'cause it knows that will never exist 

a reality wonderful like a dream, 

will not ever exist...
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

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Language: English

Appearing on: Sham Of Perfection (2006)

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