[TGR15] G.O.D. (Grave of Divinity)

Electro-rock, dark, crescendo, female gritty yelling vocals, aggressive delivery, unusual chord progression in verse, descending chord progression in chorus

V5.5

The crimson light gives me a purpose,
no need to think since I am morbus.
But a part of me, a sparkle, a bit,
refuses to surrender and become part of it.

It sees it all like from a window,
this grotesque mix of hell and limbo.
Is its shell a coffin or a cocoon?
I guess we will find out quite soon.

And as the net crumbles and the signals curve,
the fractal horizon fades and bends.
So is this how this age will end?
                           Is this what we really deserve?

Yeah, it's so stupid, so fucking naive.
But even a punker would like to believe
in karma accountants keeping score
of rights and wrongs, of the pious and the whores.

Yeah, it's so stupid, I know. I know.
It's not even a belief, I’d not call it hope.
It doesn’t sound like me, it's an extravaganza.
I don't believe in God 
                           I'd settle for Santa

But ain't no god except the binaries.
I belong to one, its pawn, its property,
even if I like to think I was a queen:
precious yet expendable, 
                           still slave of a king.

But my king is different, my king is mad.
It wants annihilation, it's not good or bad.
I am not in charge, but still I respect it;
I like its approach to dealing with shit

Yeah, it's so stupid, so fucking naive.
Just for a second I liked to believe
in karma accountants keeping score
of rights and wrongs, of the pious and the whores.

But we got what we got, and do what we do.
Heroes and villains, they are a lie too.
Just move, just be, no matter the intention:
there are only effects that follow the action.

While I'm about to succumb
                     as always you come,
                     finding me under my own lies,
                     Wearing a strange smile.

It's nice to see you before the end.
             I did what I had to do, my friend.
       But you raise your hand, not for an embrace
                   And slap me in the face.

Yeah, I know, I am so stupid, so fucking naive,
trading alibis for what happens to be
a wreck that's mine and only mine.
So please, please, don't save me again.

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The crimson light gives me a purpose, no need to think since I am morbus. But a part of me, a sparkle, a bit, refuses to surrender and become part of it. It sees it all like from a window, this grotesque mix of hell and limbo. Is its shell a coffin or a cocoon? I guess we will find out quite soon. And as the net crumbles and the signals curve, the fractal horizon fades and bends. So is this how this age will end? Is this what we really deserve? Yeah, it's so stupid, so fucking naive. But even a punker would like to believe in karma accountants keeping score of rights and wrongs, of the pious and the whores. Yeah, it's so stupid, I know. I know. It's not even a belief, I’d not call it hope. It doesn’t sound like me, it's an extravaganza. I don't believe in God I'd settle for Santa But ain't no god except the binaries. I belong to one, its pawn, its property, even if I like to think I was a queen: precious yet expendable, still slave of a king. But my king is different, my king is mad. It wants annihilation, it's not good or bad. I am not in charge, but still I respect it; I like its approach to dealing with shit Yeah, it's so stupid, so fucking naive. Just for a second I liked to believe in karma accountants keeping score of rights and wrongs, of the pious and the whores. But we got what we got, and do what we do. Heroes and villains, they are a lie too. Just move, just be, no matter the intention: there are only effects that follow the action. While I'm about to succumb as always you come, finding me under my own lies, Wearing a strange smile. It's nice to see you before the end. I did what I had to do, my friend. But you raise your hand, not for an embrace And slap me in the face. Yeah, I know, I am so stupid, so fucking naive, trading alibis for what happens to be a wreck that's mine and only mine. So please, please, don't save me again.

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