Convalescence Songtext
von Conspectus

Coward, you are condemned
Liar, you will descend
Traitor, your wounds must mend
Coward

Shaking your head
Slurring a curse
Stumbling towards the cure

Dressed up in rags
Matching the shame
A rustic demeanor at best

All of this time you′ve told us these lies
To cover the holes in sight
All of this time you've given us lies
To shelter yourself from demise


Don′t try to whisper in tongues
The more you say the less coherence I can hear
Allow yourself convalescence
The essence to regain momentum
But I am afraid that it's too late for lessons, too late for confessions
You've got no answers to match the questions

In through the nose
Out through the mouth
Slowly closing my eyes

Escaping the noise
That builds up inside
Feeling the tension rise

In through the nose
Out through the mouth
Slowly closing my eyes

Escaping the noise
That builds up inside
Feeling the tension rise

Recollecting my zen
Regaining my wit
Broadening the specter once more

We′ll lock up the toxins
And bury the key
Out of sight, out of reach


The earth may crumble
The foundations might shatter
Can you hear the echo?
Moving through hollow air

Don′t try to whisper in tongues
The more you say the less coherence I can hear

Don't try to whisper in tongues
The more you say the less coherence I can hear
Allow yourself convalescence
The essence to regain momentum
But I am afraid that it′s too late for lessons, too late for confessions
You've got no answers to match the questions

Bow down and release what you can′t control
Disarm the poison lurking inside
Degeneration accelerating
Past the red light and into the cave
Will you ever return?

The earth may crumble
The foundations might shatter
Can you hear the echo?
Moving through hollow air

The weight of a feather
Is more than one can weather
Such a deadly suspense

The earth may crumble
The foundations might shatter

Don't try to whisper in tongues
The more you say the less coherence I can hear
Allow yourself convalescence
The essence to regain momentum
But I am afraid that it′s too late for lessons, too late for confessions
You've got no answers to match the questions

You've got no answers
Allow yourself convalescence
The essence to regain momentum
But I am afraid that it′s too late for lessons, too late for confessions
You′ve got no answers to match the questions