Theatre of Tragedy "Exile" lyrics

Exile

Synchronise the flow of intersectionsCatalogue all still heartbeatsFranchise the machinations ofThe bourgeois-fangled reverieGleaming in flamboyancyResign to solid chromeOhmic opposition is futileAnd impedes upon ideas worthwhile

Delicate, infallible constructionWe know now what destructiveness comes from

We are living - there's no deed in indulgenceA faded glory, relying on 'Me and Mine'The exile from human ecstasyTo a place where we're engineered

Seminars on entangled escalatorsMeetings with silent translatorsA flashback of dystopiaWarning in sleep with a recurring traceAll the fragments and segmentsOf fluid sequencesThe pretence of a universal raceNot made of metal is moot

Delicate, infallible constructionWe know now what destructiveness comes from

Here one can find the lyrics of the song Exile by Theatre of Tragedy. Or Exile poem lyrics. Theatre of Tragedy Exile text.