Collection of Dead Portraits
๐ต 914 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:15 duration
๐ ID: 2686353
๐ Lyrics
I feel they stare at me
With their eyes closed
Sleeping and defenseless
Like their existence were
From the past remains and pieces
Like my forgotten episodes
Confined in old book's dust
Fire
In this court you are convicted of treason
You are condemned to be erased
Remember the darkness
Colors have disappeared
Lost in the new born texture
Your hidden childhood anguish so quiet
Your faces move around the deafening silence
Lost name
I can hear your screams under my fingers
I tear the pages away, crush them
Collection of dead portraits
Never mind this desperate howling
None can understand
Killing you once again doesn't matter
Something has devoured me
Rage and conflict burn
Sweet and terrifying
You are just things
All the pages I've ripped willl be back in vain
To torture me and play my inner theater again
The candle's flame makes the lines of your silhouette dance
Mom you look so beautiful in pieces
With their eyes closed
Sleeping and defenseless
Like their existence were
From the past remains and pieces
Like my forgotten episodes
Confined in old book's dust
Fire
In this court you are convicted of treason
You are condemned to be erased
Remember the darkness
Colors have disappeared
Lost in the new born texture
Your hidden childhood anguish so quiet
Your faces move around the deafening silence
Lost name
I can hear your screams under my fingers
I tear the pages away, crush them
Collection of dead portraits
Never mind this desperate howling
None can understand
Killing you once again doesn't matter
Something has devoured me
Rage and conflict burn
Sweet and terrifying
You are just things
All the pages I've ripped willl be back in vain
To torture me and play my inner theater again
The candle's flame makes the lines of your silhouette dance
Mom you look so beautiful in pieces
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:21.16] I feel they stare at me
[00:23.13] With their eyes closed
[00:25.04] Sleeping and defenseless
[00:26.24] Like their existence were
[00:28.22] From the past remains and pieces
[00:31.27] Like my forgotten episodes
[00:32.28] Confined in old book's dust
[00:36.50] Fire
[00:43.84] In this court you are convicted of treason
[00:48.90] You are condemned to be erased
[00:59.67] Remember the darkness
[01:09.16] Colors have disappeared
[01:12.57] Lost in the new born texture
[01:16.67] Your hidden childhood anguish so quiet
[01:20.53] Your faces move around the deafening silence
[01:24.50] Lost name
[01:25.73] I can hear your screams under my fingers
[01:28.30] I tear the pages away, crush them
[01:32.02] Collection of dead portraits
[01:49.03] Never mind this desperate howling
[01:52.64] None can understand
[01:55.24] Killing you once again doesn't matter
[02:14.32] Something has devoured me
[02:16.17] Rage and conflict burn
[02:18.08] Sweet and terrifying
[02:20.06] You are just things
[02:21.99] All the pages I've ripped willl be back in vain
[02:24.57] To torture me and play my inner theater again
[02:29.85] The candle's flame makes the lines of your silhouette dance
[03:05.68] Mom you look so beautiful in pieces
[03:12.74]
[00:23.13] With their eyes closed
[00:25.04] Sleeping and defenseless
[00:26.24] Like their existence were
[00:28.22] From the past remains and pieces
[00:31.27] Like my forgotten episodes
[00:32.28] Confined in old book's dust
[00:36.50] Fire
[00:43.84] In this court you are convicted of treason
[00:48.90] You are condemned to be erased
[00:59.67] Remember the darkness
[01:09.16] Colors have disappeared
[01:12.57] Lost in the new born texture
[01:16.67] Your hidden childhood anguish so quiet
[01:20.53] Your faces move around the deafening silence
[01:24.50] Lost name
[01:25.73] I can hear your screams under my fingers
[01:28.30] I tear the pages away, crush them
[01:32.02] Collection of dead portraits
[01:49.03] Never mind this desperate howling
[01:52.64] None can understand
[01:55.24] Killing you once again doesn't matter
[02:14.32] Something has devoured me
[02:16.17] Rage and conflict burn
[02:18.08] Sweet and terrifying
[02:20.06] You are just things
[02:21.99] All the pages I've ripped willl be back in vain
[02:24.57] To torture me and play my inner theater again
[02:29.85] The candle's flame makes the lines of your silhouette dance
[03:05.68] Mom you look so beautiful in pieces
[03:12.74]