Suffocation - Cycles of Suffering Lyrics
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Cycles of Suffering
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What Are The Lyrics For Cycles of Suffering By Suffocation?
Soon we are all to die
Your hopes and fears irrelevant Projections of life and death Become complete reality All things will crumble All will disband All alone in this world Souls with nowhere to rest We offer disillusions as relief While caught we struggle hopelessly Boundless confusion saturates Only in dreams can we have clarity All things will crumble All will disband All alone in this world Souls with nowhere to rest Endless cycles of the suffering Endless cycles of the suffering Born into this filth Life not worth living These dreams of my death ...and beyond life itself Alive only to comprehend These ways passed down throughout the centuries To inflict all with fear, pain and disease, Death and rebirth, the unending cycle To die in this pain, And never to reach a total path of awakening Born into filth, these dreams of my death Venial teachings guide toward the false light Kneel, kneel, kneel to the divine Serve, serve, serve the divine corruption All things will crumble All will disband All alone in this world Souls with nowhere to rest To lost everything you thought was real Terrified to let go of what you think you know Can't stop the struggling, can't let go, collapse Death and rebirth, the unending cycle |
Who Wrote Cycles of Suffering By Suffocation?
David John Culross, Derek Christopher Boyer, Francis Eugene Mullen, Guy W. Marchais, Terrance R. Hobbs
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