At The Gates

Cursed to Tour tracks

Lyrics


NAPALM DEATH

1. CURSED TO CRAWL

A fragile peace that exists inside
A frame so shallow
So narrow-minded
An open wound
We run inside
A raging turmoil
Helplessness confides

Cursed to crawl
For my pale and bleeding heart
Cursed to crawl
Pale and bleeding

Enter this sphere
Commonplace, borderline
Between my rage
Between our hate
Damn our mistakes
Fixation blinds
The pain of knowing
The truth beyond

Cursed to crawl
For my pale and bleeding heart
Cursed to crawl
Pale and bleeding

Cursed to crawl
For my pale and bleeding heart
Cursed to crawl
Pale and bleeding

Unprepared
A gruesome display
Perhaps a replay
Self-inflicted
Reduced to nothing
My piece of mind seduced
Unworthiness
The scars never heal

Cursed to crawl
For my pale and bleeding heart
Cursed to crawl
Pale and bleeding




2. TAKE THE STRAIN

Take the strain! Can you take it?
Take the strain! Or even fake it?
Take the strain! Aren't we lucky
Take the strain! to be breathing?

Take the strain!

Are you the man in the next bed
Without the tubes, without the life support?
Maybe the man whose pockets weigh you down/

Take the strain! Do you wear strife
Take the strain! like a clown?
Take the strain! Forgiveness
Take the strain! with a frown!

Take the strain!

Are you the animal
That escapes the snares and traps?
Bearing no quarry scars, and the hunter's crown.

We were taught to follow leaders - follow leaders!
NEver to challenge the singular pack.
The goals they set slip the grasp - slip our grasp!
Chaising tails without the basic facts.

Choose full pain, violate, make the grade.
Taut wires fray, electro-brain, take the strain!

We were taught to follow leaders - follow leaders!
Never to challenge the singular pack.
The goals they set slip the grasp - slip our grasp!
Chaising tails without the basic facts.




3. FOOD CHAIN

Artificial for these strictly conscious times.
Organic prothesis with a view to paying in kind.

To ease (the) guilt of scores of undignified ends.

Strung up, disemboweled right out of the pen.
So unbeknowing in their anonimity.

'Cause when you're marked for death,
ears switch off to the screams.

Primal urges.
Blindly cull, tear and chew.

Remember - Don't scorn what God gave to you.

What God gave to you.

Reverting, technologically advanced
yet bloodily we regress.

Reversal - Looking forward to a pressure bolt
through the head?

Numbness - second only to dumbness.
Sure, they don't feel a thing!

Travesty.

Communication block ensures no further usage.

Travesty.
Travesty.
Travesty.




4. POLITICS OF COMMON SENSE

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AT THE GATES

5. SLAUGHTER OF THE SOUL

Never again
On your forcefed illusions to choke
You feed off my pain
Feed off my life

There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sown

Always the same
My tired eyes have seen enough
Of all your lies
My hate is blind

There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sawn

Slaughter of the soul
Suicidal final art
Children - born of sin
Tear your soul apart

Never again
My tired eyes have seen enough
Of all your lies
My hate is blind

There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sawn

Slaughter of the soul
Suicidal final art
Children - born of sin
Tear your soul apart

'Men must attempt to develop
in themselves and their children
liberation from the sense of self
...men must be free from
boundaries, patterns and
consistencies in order to be free
to think, feel and create in new ways'

- Luke Rhinehart, 'The Diceman'
1971




6. WORLD OF LIES

Degeneration tears your blackened eyes
The final descent for the last in life
No joy in our tired lives - the torment builds inside
The sun sets forever on a world of lies

World of lies
World of lies
Non-divine
Release me

Demonic vultures feed on your mind
Disarmed of all your pride you die
No life in our alien eyes - the blind lead the blind
The sun sets forever on the non-divine

Non-divine
World of lies
Non-divine
Release me

Final psychotic eclipse
Painted in the colours of war
Final psychotic eclipse
A world drenched in blood

Degeneration tears your blackened eyes
The final descent for the last in life
No joy in our tired lives - the torment builds inside
The sun sets forever on a world of lies

World of lies
World of lies
Non-divine
Release me

'And it's his illusions about what
constitutes the real world which are
inhibiting him...
His reality, his reason, his society
...these are what must be destroyed'
- Luke Rhineheart, 'the Dice Man'
- 1971

Final psychotic eclipse
Painted in the colours of war
Final psychotic eclipse
A world drenched in blood of the innocent




7. LEGION

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8. THE DYING

Reality – she feeds off me
Steal my eyes so that i can´t see
Blinding me for all eternity

Distorted dreams of our reality
Building walls around our lives
While we´re staring, with eyes that deceive
As the eagle dives again

As daylight is torn
Our sins are reborn
Sweet nihilistic angel of war

Distorted dreams of our reality
Crucified, refusing to die
We are staring blind into a void of lies
As the eagle dives again

As daylight is torn
Our sins are reborn
Sweet nihilistic angel of war

Dying reality
Stereotyped insanity
Sweet nihilistic angel of war

Reality – she feeds off me
Steal my eyes so that i can´t see
Blinding me for all eternity

As daylight is torn
Our sins are reborn
Sweet nihilistic angel of war

Dying reality
Stereotyped insanity
Sweet nihilistic angel of war

Together with the vermin of deception
Extinction lives and breathes in us
Degeneration – extinction lives and breathes in us
Degeneration
Degeneration
Degeneration
Degeneration