The Amensal Rise Lyrics

Fourteen years away, who am I to say

Fourteen miles a day, crawling through the maze

Basic intuition to suffer and make suffer

Communication by means of cremation

Time's right for us to take our chances

Vile hearts and soiled minds

Once desperate to be seen

Now running from the light

And it's finally time for me to take my chances

Frail heart, noble mind

I was once striving to be yours

Now begging to be mine

Past versions of myself staring me down

Mocking me for the mess I have made, for the mess I've become

Every word is armament

Every gaze is violence

Breathless ascension brought down by abstract laws

Propelling me down, the ground won't stop us

Burn the bodies down, burn the bodies down

Say his name and count to ten

Burn the parish down, burn them all alive

Wives and children, thieves and kings

Rise, rise

Put me to the test

Stand upon my chest

Rise, rise

Bury the waste

Bury the waste and wait

Fourteen steps away, source of my dismay

Fourteen times a day, keeping me at bay

Basic intuition to suffer and make suffer

Self-preservation by means of sedation

There's nothing to steal and there's no-one to save

No mouth to feed and no hand to take

Now there's nothing to hear but chimes, there's nobody near

Blind there's nothing to see you're blind, there's nothing to fear

Distant tongues berating me in dialects I don't understand

How long has it been dark outside?

I thought it would be over within a year

Bury the waste, bury the waste

Frail heart and noble mind : The defects in my design

Put me to the test, stand upon my chest

Colors turn to numbers, my truth now concealed in the ground

At last I get to take my chances and become one of them

Shedding loneliness by remaining alone

Spending my days burying the waste