Ringside Seat To Human Tragedy (feat. Christian Älvestam) -

Find your way to wither

At least make a choice

For you ain’t nothing special

But I know you know

Time to seal my future

To give up the masquerade

Set the stones, define the circle

I am on my way

Reconcile your little empty

Mindless absurdities

Oh my little, little brat

Why don’t you take a bite right off me?

A narrow escape

Yet shadow takes on a more definite shape

Formation riding on a wave of ends

Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo

Duration reaching out for breathing time

A fall in on the rise, at heart

Now be a

Slave and spend your every single day in vain

Or react to the fact that you

Might as well be gone tomorrow

I can’t deny I’ll never comply

With your static forms and rules

Who made who, who claims to be true

Tiny midgets on parade

A narrow escape

Yet shadow takes on a more definite shape

Formation riding on a wave of ends

Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo

Duration reaching out for breathing time

A fall in on the rise, at heart

Ringside

Ringside seat to human tragedy

Perceptions roar

Emerging from oblivion

Resemble grief

Among the ruins of tragedy

Formation riding on a wave of ends

Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo

Duration reaching out for breathing time

A fall in on the rise, at heart