we are not dead
but our hopes have died
we are not dead
we're just rotten inside
We were the youth so brim with terpentine,
just a moment before autoignition
but someone teached us to learn escape routes fine
and now were living in a world of inhibition
To burn for something feels like lots of temptation
but now we rot
miasmic, miasmic
We´ve tried to leave it to the next generation
but now we rot
and celebrate the apathy
We toss and turn into a pit of hesitation
and the fire will not return
We breath trough corrupted lungs
try not to drown in our phlegm
Terpentine decomposed flesh
and we allowed it to happen
If you´re still breathing, you´re the lucky ones
Trust me
Run, try to escape
try to ignite and try to
forget
all of the fears that guide you instead
of all your
Hopes
IGNITE YOURSELF
IGNITE YOURSELF
Start feeding the fire
and give up the control (IGNITE YOURSELF)
Start feeding the fire
with Terpentine and Petrol (IGNITE YOURSELF)
We were the youth
searching for all but we missed out ourselves
We were the youth
searching for the spark that inflames our world
But
we only rot
because we forgot
that we could burn
And if you still hope
you´re the lucky one
And if you still hope
accept the inferno
the burning eternal
that guides you maternal
to live
flames
licking on your skin
infirmity boils while you´re catching heat
close to explode
your sense going numb while you‘re
breaking points of restraint
breaking points of
fear
nothing to hide
nothing but hope to burning alive
ignite yourself
ignite yourself
credits
from Cthulhu EP,
released January 23, 2016
Vocals: Pit Nötzold
E-Guitar: Harry Hoffmann
Bass: Kai Pietsch
Drums: Erik Metze
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