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Kishore Kumar Hits — At The Gates - Cosmic Pessimism текст песни

Исполнитель: At The Gates

альбом: The Nightmare Of Being

There's a ghost that grows inside of us
Damaged in the making
And there's a hunt sprung from necessity
Elliptical and drowned
Where the moving quiet of our insomnia offers up each thought
There's a luminous field of grey inertia
And obsidian dreams burned all the way down
Arabesque ink wandering, winds itself around our ovate dreams
We seem to speak only in the imprecise geometries of black volcanic sands
Huge, impossibly regular shapes of rutted charcoal rocks hover above us
As if waiting
We do not live, we are lived
Pessimism, the last refuge of hope
From a blurred horizon
Quiet black basalt pools
Bore into the rocks and our own patiently withering bones
Slumbering swells of a salt-borne amnesia
Course through our fibrous limbs
Scorched, wandering
Brine secretes from every pore
The luminous point where logic becomes contemplation
Lost in thought, dreamless sleep
Adrift in deep space
A black glow in the deepest sleepwalking seas
We do not live, we are lived
Pessimism, the last refuge of hope
♪
Around you this night, a thousand million firefly anatomies
Breathe in and out in their slow burning, liturgical glow
Impersonal sadness, to become overgrown, like a ruin
We do not live (we do not live)
We are lived (we are lived)
Pessimism (pessimism)
The last refuge of hope
We do not live, we are lived
Pessimism, the last refuge of hope
♪
We do not live, we are lived
Cosmic pessimism, the last refuge of hope

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