Ad Patres (FRA)

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1. THE LOCK

I have the key to hold you off from me
I know your will is focused on harming me
I will kill you with my own hands
I will dig your fucking grave

I will dig your fucking grave

I read the hatred from your gaze
Your eyes speak to me about anger
Now your mouth is muttering threats
Time to tighten those links and keep me safe

I've made my way to submit you
I've clawed my way to oppress you
Two kinds of people my friend, two sides of the lock
I've made my way to hold the key, I dictate the sane

I've made my way to submit you
I've clawed my way to oppress you
Two kinds of people my friend, two sides of the lock
I've made my way to hold the key, I dictate the sane

I tell the standards
I pull the strings, I hold the reins, decide the best for you

Diagnose then heal (x2)




2. TO THE FATHERS

Your grave... Epitath barely in stone
Your name... Among the ones you dread
Engraved... Under the heavy stone of fate
Your name... The link thoughout ages

Your whole life spent running away
From all the ones you execrate

You fucking quest was vain
You will now rest in pain
Your souls are linked any-fuckin-way
And now let go, it's far too late

You try to hide but you can't escape,
Accept your fate now you're below grave
It's time, realize, missed your attempt
Open your eyes, failed as Oedipus

"Welcome my son, to our den
We were waiting for you the last
one of us as before, the old times returning
as from now we're gathered to start again where we left"

Deemed orphanage relief from torment
Their passing was no more than respite

Do you burn looking forward ?

You've been thrown to the fathers
You've been thrown...




3. SCORN AESTHETICS

Hear the squeaking of the rope singing softly at your ear
Your lullaby, the final one, rocking

Desperate impulse, you recreate the picture
Crystallized archetypes, an exit from dullness
Only exit from the dullness

See the discharge of red tears dripping
Flooding from the bathtub
Drained of your blood

Desperate impulse, you recreate the picture
Crystallized archetypes, an exit from dullness

Facing the heights
Looking the void straight in the eyes
Emptiness
Put a name on the why and the way
Fade away
You end now where you've always been
Vacuity
Pitiful attempt to cling to Beauty

You're just adding this pathetic dimension
The hardest you'll try, the worst the outcome

Ugliness, such is your soul
Pathetic shot, romantic lure

I won't subscribe to the bad taste of this act of despair
No compassion in last caress
No matter how much I provide displeasure
I won't cry at your funeral