Karmageddon (the Suffering Silence) Lyrics - Skyclad

Awake at the "Souls Midnight" I seek that I may find 

An amicable separation from this state of mind 

My sins so unoriginal they cannot be forgiven 

An overwhelming sense of doubt from me all hope has driven. 

Ships at night we pass each other by one stormy crossing 

Now in dry-dock solitude we reminisce and wait 

For "trade-winds" that will guide us 

'cross the ocean that divides us 

Pray that time and tide unite us not one moment too late. 

With all my coins cast in your fountain I have wished on falling stars 

Remembered times together when the minutes seemed like 'ours. 

The strangest things can happen on the way to paradise 

Where the grass is always greener on the other side of life. 

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Forever held in this dilemma - I see no escape 

When misery awaits me down whichever path I take 

No "prima-donnas" are allowed in this "menage-a-trois" 

So will someone please accept us for the naive fools we are. 

Caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea 

I'm not waving - I am drowning (someone rescue me!) 

Life's tides drag me always deeper down - I'm sinking fast 

The question is no longer whether I will die - but how long will I last. 

I scream out to the brooding stormclouds heavy with despair 

Yet know they hold no answers - there's no silver hiding there. 

Destiny has turned the key and locked the gates of heaven 

But Kismet is the combination to my Karmageddon. 

Contemplation on my isolation - immolation by my desolation. 

I spiral down the cortex vortex - though to live this live I shan't be forced 

I'll break my vow of silence - race towards the holocaust 

Absence makes the heart grow fonder (where the heart lies - there is home) 

But I am lost and have no shelter - nothing I can call my own. 

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This soul consumed by inside outrage never had a choice 

An anger cloaked (choked into silence) seeks an estranged voice 

To excommunicate my conscience - reprieve the condemned 

And summon courage to admit that all good things must end.