Deleuzean Centuries Lyrics

Burning Brighter
Burning, Burning Brighter
Simulacrum

Burns high the betrayal flame
The fetish alive in the glory of the dead

Calling to rise the head, pray for a vision
to record with dissonant emotions,
The Deleuzian

Implosion bleeds its pain devouring inside
Explosion leads the way to a resurrection waiting to cry
The boy unwanted screams forever and ever
smell of revolting mutation, alteration,
violent morphing of the flesh and conscience
Now look at me!
Who am I in this dead play

There's nothing inside
What am I?
In the self-induced thrill I dwell

We stare at each other in the same grave
Where my angel's empty shell will forever lay
How can I breath the fear of death
When there's no reality once we awaken?

Take my hand,
follow me in the dance I am lost within
The rite imposing its will
I do need to know you're near, In this sea of sand, take my hand
I recognize the bullet hole, its mark
screaming to my eyes a truth I cannot stand, its mark
Burns into my mind with all its might
Make it disappear!

Please wake me up!
I reflect in my eyes in repetition
Unwanted redemption
Once our nightmare, now our god.
A shelter from the glacial crawl of time.
Questions leading nowhere, you laugh
The answer I knew

Where my blood has fallen
Where the static will forever feast
Where we summon the sleepers
Where the simulacrum awaits