Awakening, The - Demon Hunter

Fall into the flood of your awakening

Drown.

You’re a trace of what I used to be Waging the battle fot the appreciation you’ll never win

Behold the army that will harken with open souls

A tiny voice of pester softer than a drop of a pin

And so naive thinking you were

The source you told

I was composing the begining before you had begun

Where did you sharped such a tounge

For the sound you spill

I want the honour for the favour that I’ve already won

Without the ignorant deduction

That you reveal

Give me the pain of somthing real

No empty notion, I want to see the pressure rising

Give in a way that I can feel

When you disgrace me I want to see your eyes burn

Fall into the flood of your awakening

Drown.

You’re a trace of what I used to be You wrote the words you couldn’t

Stomach manifesting with breath

I read the thoughts you never

Questions would show me your face

If confrontation were to wake and

Rear it’s ugly head

I get the feeling you’d be wanting it all erased

This simple gossip is your only definition of life

And what a vacant purpose taking it to your grave

There is no threat of loss in Hearing the slant you cry

Oh what a fool to think you fell

On the mass you crave

Give me the pain of somthing real

No empty notion, I want to see the pressure rising

Give in a way that I can feel

When you disgrace me I want to see your eyes burn

Fall into the flood of your awakening

Drown.

You’re a trace of what I used to be Awaken from the delusion of validity

Awaken into the truth of how it used to be Wake up Fall into the flood of your awakening

Drown.

You’re a trace of what I used to be Awaken