Borknagar - Liberated Lyrics
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Liberated
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What Are The Lyrics For Liberated By Borknagar?
From every human complexity
And nature's twisted analogy An urge to explain, to understand Springs out with the nation to expand The narrow view of what we are Could a mathematical formula Improve our existential stamina Would explaining our kin universally Keep up our vital vivacity Or would it enshroud us in disillusion The notion of our emancipation Lies far from any genuine liberation Seeking a detailed explanation We think therefore we're cursed As questions multiply with every solution The "why" stands untouchable - no intrusion A constant flow of total inconstancy A natural starfelt divinity Could a mathematical formula Improve our existential stamina Would explaining our kin universally Keep up our vital vivacity Or would it enshroud us in disillusion The notion of our emancipation Lies far from any genuine liberation Seeking a detailed explanation We think therefore we're blessed A Machiavellian way of thought In struggle with all that society sought A full explanation's the king of our dreams To know: what's our role in the scheme of schemes Where is our place in this order of chaos? The notion of our emancipation Lies far from any genuine liberation Seeking a detailed explanation We think therefore we are |
Who Wrote Liberated By Borknagar?
Matthew Darey
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What's The Duration Of The Liberated By Borknagar?The duration of Liberated is 4:52 minutes and seconds. |
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