Shaours - The Flat Circle

What would you do when you're the man stabbed in the chest, left for dead ?
Tearing and hiding your wounds as you rove in the wintry rains
The walls smell like piss, the air stinks of weed
And you came to the place where there is no relief
These ghostly things are near to see
How their money grows down the sewers heat

As you beg
Chaos itself
Throw a glance between each step
To see the shape of what remains
Of the mountains
And the stains

Lead your way to keep you safe
Reel slow now across the edge
Climb over the great patterns
Digits grasp the vault of Hell

Now many rotting forms guide me through a silent dazzling storm
Gasped in the mold of men the thoughts I hide made only one
I want to sacrifice this faith that I can't hold
Far from what I get now beyond the truth untold

See the loop of a flat pointless circle into deep
Defeating time as shiny preachers in black magic

I shall dig the soil and bury me
Just let the sand swallowing it
(See the loop of a flat pointless circle)
I shall dig the soil and bury me
Just leave the sand

Written by:
Arsen Razyiev, Ivan Penkuhn, Simon Duthilleul

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