B22: The Hive and the Hole
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โฑ๏ธ 7:04 duration
๐ ID: 4112028
๐ Lyrics
"Man gets used to everything, the scoundrel."- Fyodor Dostoyevsky
In this blissful repose of nothingness
He will face his festering sores
In this demented space of the Otherworld
There was never any choice in free will
I am the hunter and the game
On this inch of Eden
Lies the pride and the shame
Everywhere and nowhere
An outer world / An inner heaven
But there where never martyrs here
So, climb down from your fucking cross
There is a war to win
The mirror need not ask for contrition
But 'worse' is a widening hole;
An infernal river to the sea
In thE demented space of the Otherworld
Every face is an object of disgust
That further multiplies the terror
Here, a cognitive dissonance exists
The devil gave a voice to free will
To the passion and the pain
Until I break the fevers, or the vision is in vain
I bled for slavish art
Into the hive and the hole
Who knew these writing hands
Could be damned with a decent heart
In the end it may all be for nothing
Wailing in Job-like lamentations
Bedevilled in exile
In times of famine, the Devil feeds on flies
Beckon the dance into abyssal fire
Through reigning narrows
Inborn and outward bound
Deface and grind the glory
For the hive and the hole
In terror. In horror. In disgust
Those whom the gods would destroy
They first make mad
To hell with the gods in this abyssal fire
Wailing in Job-like lamentations
Bedevilled in exile
In times of famine, the devil feeds on flies
As we beckon the dance into abyssal fire
Through reigning narrows
Inborn and outward bound
Deface and grind the glory
For the hive and the hole
In this blissful repose of nothingness
He will face his festering sores
In this demented space of the Otherworld
There was never any choice in free will
I am the hunter and the game
On this inch of Eden
Lies the pride and the shame
Everywhere and nowhere
An outer world / An inner heaven
But there where never martyrs here
So, climb down from your fucking cross
There is a war to win
The mirror need not ask for contrition
But 'worse' is a widening hole;
An infernal river to the sea
In thE demented space of the Otherworld
Every face is an object of disgust
That further multiplies the terror
Here, a cognitive dissonance exists
The devil gave a voice to free will
To the passion and the pain
Until I break the fevers, or the vision is in vain
I bled for slavish art
Into the hive and the hole
Who knew these writing hands
Could be damned with a decent heart
In the end it may all be for nothing
Wailing in Job-like lamentations
Bedevilled in exile
In times of famine, the Devil feeds on flies
Beckon the dance into abyssal fire
Through reigning narrows
Inborn and outward bound
Deface and grind the glory
For the hive and the hole
In terror. In horror. In disgust
Those whom the gods would destroy
They first make mad
To hell with the gods in this abyssal fire
Wailing in Job-like lamentations
Bedevilled in exile
In times of famine, the devil feeds on flies
As we beckon the dance into abyssal fire
Through reigning narrows
Inborn and outward bound
Deface and grind the glory
For the hive and the hole
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:40.69] "Man gets used to everything, the scoundrel."- Fyodor Dostoyevsky
[00:48.82] In this blissful repose of nothingness
[00:56.02] He will face his festering sores
[01:03.78] In this demented space of the Otherworld
[01:09.91] There was never any choice in free will
[01:15.14] I am the hunter and the game
[01:19.39] On this inch of Eden
[01:23.06] Lies the pride and the shame
[01:27.14] Everywhere and nowhere
[01:30.46] An outer world / An inner heaven
[01:35.05] But there where never martyrs here
[01:39.89] So, climb down from your fucking cross
[01:44.72] There is a war to win
[01:51.16] The mirror need not ask for contrition
[01:59.04] But 'worse' is a widening hole;
[02:06.84] An infernal river to the sea
[02:14.92] In thE demented space of the Otherworld
[02:22.12] Every face is an object of disgust
[02:29.24] That further multiplies the terror
[02:36.72] Here, a cognitive dissonance exists
[02:43.80] The devil gave a voice to free will
[02:48.60] To the passion and the pain
[02:52.28] Until I break the fevers, or the vision is in vain
[03:00.24] I bled for slavish art
[03:04.24] Into the hive and the hole
[03:08.20] Who knew these writing hands
[03:13.36] Could be damned with a decent heart
[03:46.87] In the end it may all be for nothing
[03:50.56] Wailing in Job-like lamentations
[03:54.91] Bedevilled in exile
[03:58.27] In times of famine, the Devil feeds on flies
[04:02.75] Beckon the dance into abyssal fire
[04:05.91] Through reigning narrows
[04:08.23] Inborn and outward bound
[04:11.51] Deface and grind the glory
[04:14.19] For the hive and the hole
[04:25.66] In terror. In horror. In disgust
[05:11.72] Those whom the gods would destroy
[05:16.84] They first make mad
[05:18.75] To hell with the gods in this abyssal fire
[05:21.92] Wailing in Job-like lamentations
[05:26.08] Bedevilled in exile
[05:29.36] In times of famine, the devil feeds on flies
[05:34.24] As we beckon the dance into abyssal fire
[05:33.94] Through reigning narrows
[05:36.54] Inborn and outward bound
[05:38.58] Deface and grind the glory
[05:40.74] For the hive and the hole
[05:45.14]
[00:48.82] In this blissful repose of nothingness
[00:56.02] He will face his festering sores
[01:03.78] In this demented space of the Otherworld
[01:09.91] There was never any choice in free will
[01:15.14] I am the hunter and the game
[01:19.39] On this inch of Eden
[01:23.06] Lies the pride and the shame
[01:27.14] Everywhere and nowhere
[01:30.46] An outer world / An inner heaven
[01:35.05] But there where never martyrs here
[01:39.89] So, climb down from your fucking cross
[01:44.72] There is a war to win
[01:51.16] The mirror need not ask for contrition
[01:59.04] But 'worse' is a widening hole;
[02:06.84] An infernal river to the sea
[02:14.92] In thE demented space of the Otherworld
[02:22.12] Every face is an object of disgust
[02:29.24] That further multiplies the terror
[02:36.72] Here, a cognitive dissonance exists
[02:43.80] The devil gave a voice to free will
[02:48.60] To the passion and the pain
[02:52.28] Until I break the fevers, or the vision is in vain
[03:00.24] I bled for slavish art
[03:04.24] Into the hive and the hole
[03:08.20] Who knew these writing hands
[03:13.36] Could be damned with a decent heart
[03:46.87] In the end it may all be for nothing
[03:50.56] Wailing in Job-like lamentations
[03:54.91] Bedevilled in exile
[03:58.27] In times of famine, the Devil feeds on flies
[04:02.75] Beckon the dance into abyssal fire
[04:05.91] Through reigning narrows
[04:08.23] Inborn and outward bound
[04:11.51] Deface and grind the glory
[04:14.19] For the hive and the hole
[04:25.66] In terror. In horror. In disgust
[05:11.72] Those whom the gods would destroy
[05:16.84] They first make mad
[05:18.75] To hell with the gods in this abyssal fire
[05:21.92] Wailing in Job-like lamentations
[05:26.08] Bedevilled in exile
[05:29.36] In times of famine, the devil feeds on flies
[05:34.24] As we beckon the dance into abyssal fire
[05:33.94] Through reigning narrows
[05:36.54] Inborn and outward bound
[05:38.58] Deface and grind the glory
[05:40.74] For the hive and the hole
[05:45.14]