I wanted to create a song like I’ve never heard before. I think I did pretty alright. It is my first ‘song’ kind of song, so feedback is always welcome. I hope you like it! :)
It is a song about the perception of reality and the enigma we live in, in relation to the decisions we make regarding our view of the way we view our existence relative to what it is we want.
I hope that makes sense…
First, I wanted to make this a more happy song. But in regards to the theme, I decided it was more fitting to make this.
Credits music: Hopecho
Credits art: Hopecho
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Lyrics:
Vanquish, is the sound of the rhythm.
Heir to the words that speak no sound.
The plane of one's existence is as shallow as the reality it bred.
They do not wish, they conquer thee.
They swallow souls, they free our means.
They shoot what is left of the stars we imagine to see.
Life is full of bliss, made to enlighten all of you and me.
Vanish, is the sight of the blind.
See the world that is none of.
The plane of one's existence is as shallow as the reality it bred.
Taste, the silenced of none other than the spoken.
Chew on what is not.
The plane of one's existence is as shallow as the reality it bred.
They do not wish, they conquer thee.
They swallow souls, they free our means.
They shoot what is left of the stars we imagine to see.
Life is full of bliss, made to enlighten all of you and me.
Burned, from heart to soul.
Touch what was never whole.
The plane of one's existence is as shallow as the reality it bred.
Expire, as the flesh that was once worn.
A new path to one's mind has arrived.
The mind is never been fulfilled.
The mind is never what it will be.
The mind is the path of paths.
Destined to reach nothing.
Destined to create what bears nothing.
The soul is what lies around.
The soul is what makes nothing whole.
The soul is the bridge between paths.
It is an insufferable enigma.
They do not wish, they conquer thee.
They swallow souls, they free our means.
They shoot what is left of the stars we imagine to see.
Life is full of bliss, made to enlighten all of you and me.
They do not wish, they conquer thee.
They swallow souls, they free our means.
They shoot what is left of the stars we imagine to see.
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