Album Name : Amrak - Single
Release Date : 2011-01-21
Song Duration : 5:10
Allflaws Amrak
The apparitions of yesteryear are coming round full circle,
Doing orbits of your history, winding back your symmetry,
Your mistakes are carved in their hearts, and your fate is etched from their scars,
Your treachery is survived by those who bare your marks,
The watchmen is counting backwards, the now is becoming the past,
As you slowly sink deeper into the sands of the hour glass,
Coz time is coming back for you, time is bringing your death,
As the hands of the clock grip your neck, you take your last breath.
You feel your times coming,
You're reaping what you're sewing,
You hear the devil calling,
Your mind away.
You spin the Samsaric wheel until Satan strikes you a deal,
He says, "lower others to raise yourself and true happiness you will feel,
You think you're winner, but you're a sinner,
Your gain is a flagrant lie,
Coz the unconscious mind falls blind, and defeats you every time.
Abomination screams your name,
Luring you to the darker side,
The ego says go right ahead,
Posing as your righteous guide,
You do it all for the f..cking high, You do it all for your shallow pride,
But it takes you further down.
The demons that you choose to create,
Are the demons that seal your fate,
Cause and affect, karmic vex,
Now you time is coming next,
Like Aaaagh, Aaaagh, Booom,
You reap the pain of your own design,
You manifest you own demise,
Coz now your enemy is your mind.
You feel your times coming,
You're reaping what you're sewing,
You hear the devil calling,
Your mind away.
Karma comes colossal when you shoot angles from the skies,
Now the victims of your malevolence will be the judges of your demise,
The future will be written by the ghosts of your history,
The ones of suffer your devilry will be the deciders of your destiny.
The fist you throw circles the earth,
And comes back behind you to deal you a curse,
Your blow returns on the akashic breeze,
Your rage comes three sixty degrees.
You feel your times coming,
You're reaping what you're sewing,
You hear the devil calling,
Your mind away.
You know the devil's calling,
Your mind away.
