Nevermore - Create The Infinite Lyrics




Listen and I'll tell you the story of our end
Equate the calculation, salvation's fucking dead
Learn the lesson quickly
The enemies of reality bring the sickness
Of cleansing genius

What are we but men without eyes?
Swimming through the poison of design

Create the infinite and expand the question
Count to number seven
Your day of rest creates infection, your imperfection

What are we but men without eyes?
Swimming through the poison of design

The waves ran as the storm came
The lightning in the distance signaled the coming crushing days
The sky was brooding and beautiful
And the gulls sailed like recycled fragile entities

The waves bled as the storm changed
In the cold embrace of the unknown
Not even blood could bring us warmth

There is no future shock
There is no god
There is no fashionable deliverance

What are we but men without eyes?
Swimming through the poison of design
What are we but men without eyes?
Swimming through the poison of design





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  1. Astroblaze the Reality Traverser

    kickass riffs, pitiful vocals :/

    Jeff Johnson

    Typical pisces ppl voices

  2. Athila Struys

    Listen, and I'll tell you the story of our end
    Equate the calculation; salvation's fuckin'
    Dead!

    Learn the lesson quickly
    The enemies of reality bring the sickness
    Of cleansing genius

    One, two, three, four
    Five, six...seven

    What are we but men without eyes?
    Swimming through the poison of design

    Create the infinite and expand the question
    Count to number seven
    Your day of rest creates infection
    Your imperfection

    What are we but men without eyes?
    Swimming through the poison of design

    The waves ran, as the storm came
    The lightning in the distance signaled
    The coming crushing days
    The sky was brooding and beautiful
    And the gulls sailed like recycled, fragile entities

    The waves bled, as the storm changed
    In the cold embrace of the unknown
    Not even blood could bring us warmth

    There is no future shock
    There is no God
    There is no fashionable deliverance

    What are we but men without eyes?
    Swimming through the poison of design

  3. Riffcardo Alvarado

    Hermoso tema, de Nevermore lml