Disarmonia Mundi, Christian Älvestam - Ringside Seat to Human Tragedy lyrics

Find your way to wither
At least make a choice
For you ain't nothing special
But, I know you know

Time to seal my future
To give up the masquerade
Set the stones, define the circle
I am on my way

Reconcile your little empty
Mindless absurdities
Oh my little, little brat
Why don't you take a bite right off me?
Right off me

A narrow escape
Yet shadow takes on a more definite shape
Formation riding on a wave of ends
Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo
(innuendo)
Duration reaching out for breathing time
A fall-in on the rise, at heart (at heart)

Now be a slave and spend your
Every single day in vain
Or react to the fact that you
Might as well be gone tomorrow i can't deny
I'll never comply with your
Static forms and rules
Who made who, who claims to be true
Tiny midgets on parade

A narrow escape
Yet shadow takes on a more definite shape
Formation riding on a wave of ends
Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo
(innuendo)
Duration reaching out for breathing time
A fall-in on the rise, at heart (at heart)

Perceptions roar, emerging from oblivion
Resemble grief among the ruins of tragedy

A narrow escape
Yet shadow takes on a more definite shape
Formation riding on a wave of ends
Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo
(innuendo)
Duration reaching out for breathing time
A fall-in on the rise, at heart (at heart)