Set against these hardest hours Anger paled, for in this fear the theft of privacy We all see it break sometimes see it tear us apart that which left behind screams out loud this night So much is asked in silence Except not and you'll find Thousand miles from the nearest truth Rotating, Entangled - I continue not to heal
Another No-Night waits its turn So I call upon My freecard To postpone
If time was one with many faces Which one would call to me? Where all our paths in one now end That with the power to gather the mislead now will lead them all astray So push it ever further To unsuspecting dark Build that second layer For the hours to take fast
A rest from the giving Like a heart between beats Greater than the need for community The need for the right solitude Come to know
that outrage is inevitable Though many try, an escape is unsuccessful In the midst of a nerve-night The victim of soulkill True self is mere toture Death rides these nerves
Another No-Night waits its turn So I call upon My freecard To postpone
The tone of which his birth ascend The beat that of a heart descend Repeating in the infinite An insight made it clear Order stormed the surface Where chaos set the norm Had there always been balance? ...Surely not Therein lies the beauty
It was solid Yet everchanging It was different Yet the same So I starve myself for energy
The song around his soul will bend The notes that in this hole will melt Crawl out of science A dreamland if you dare Disorder clawed the boundaries
We're ordered to stand clear Was it always different ...Never the same? Therein lies the beauty
It was solid Yet everchanging It was different Yet the same So I starve myself for Energy
As there was no witnesses There was nothing to be told As nothing could be grasped The story could unfold Superimposed on the elements of anger Fear, anxiety | hate | despair | remorse
So break from all that fear hold fast Exposed, now turn to all you lack Let echoes be the answers Return from all the screams Wordless now the last attack So silent it hurts to listen Was it always solid To never change? Therein lies the beauty
there were words of lust in these arms arms of the stranger and there in silence though were words words of no milder so in thinking of that madness that ravaged the thoughts in the loneliest of (hours)
i resist without control i resist without control i resist without control now i resist without control i resist without control i resist without control now
the demand i get from excellence the void i felt from answering not only an addiction it generated need in these endless nights of freezing my weight on the other side, the other (side)
i resist without control i resist without control i resist without control now feel the thorns of uncontrol feel the thorns of uncontrol feel the thorns of uncontrol now ..
i resist without control feel the thorns of uncontrol
claws that set in sleeps' december let loose on the verge talked to me as strangers once did the tone was set for winter
sweet uncontrol beyond proportions into the night so strike me deeper ...
i resist without control i resist without control i resist without control now feel the thorns of uncontrol feel the thorns of alcohol feel the thorns of uncontrol now
feel the thorns of uncontrol feel the thorns
the death that craved no life now ended in return, in return drifting uncontrolably within the night
sweet uncontrol beyond proportions into the night so strike me deeper
Outsmart the fever. And take us farther from. The killing life in capsules, A life that can't belong. If I wake up dead to world, With the helm at my command. The reaching out of this.. Oh, faced tomorrow. In the eleventh hour, beckoned closer. Now as nightfall sends its grace. Oh, cue to enter, the insatiable ideal. Slam it shut. But the portal pounding lingers. What it is. Is time undone? I cannot falter in the security of labor. Was I supposed to believe?
Where did I sign? Oh did I miss, Oh, the Auction? Oh where my life.. Where did I sign? Did I miss... The Auction?
Went the half mile, Wondered when the resolution would come. Life became to solid, Diluted by the essence of denial. Caught in fire's eye. Oh the self and the filter that is I. My lip was venom. Words formed in my mouth, And hid beneath the tongue. Never to be.. Never to be seen..
Where did I sign? Oh did I miss, Oh the Auction. Oh where my life.. Where did I sign? Did I miss, the Auction?
Was I supposed to believe? Where did I sign? Oh did I miss, Oh, the Auction? Oh where my life, Where did I sign? Did I miss, the Auction? Oh where my life! Where did I sign? Oh did I miss, the Auction? Where my life.. Where did I sign.. Did I miss.. The Auction, where my life went under the club..
Faintly arisen | Tenderly torn Dream like decision, unconsciously born
Firm in conviction yet tempt me they can deny me of trust and the demon i hide
A drive to be less then the fortunate a dream in the casket of Eden Crave that which you do not desire cling tightly to your deepest fear
I rose greatest monument again and again I bear greatest treasure of time and word
Treason split on the loneliest of graves Desperation dealt the losing hand again Wherein lie the purpose of the day? Is there return in sadness?
Does your ceiling differ much from mine where we see each other Here in this light Is that pillow more then a frame that holds the chaos fast? Now his hand a fist gain control
Silence fell and eyes now widened filling up, the strange collapsing capable of the ending, froze in the tracks brought to a bitter halt
On the floor it seems the steps are showing left a print just like it did in me What has been and will be never care cause i was in between As i said one with one foot in loneliness You hide here in me
upon our evening when the sun fired blanks there rode the sickness out of our sight carried torches burned out long before it's time among these ruins where our love to be found
ambition falters when no better is to be known cling to the unfounded pride
death to our belonging and our ministy of two set the higher standard and to a greater fall descend
slaves to one another and to others be it not soothing be temptation force the conscience to a halt
caused a high vibration a tender light to be part of you the two-way escape
What late forgotten night To emptiness has given And now November morning Will be taken asunder The shovel stained with dirt in the hours of belonging Dug into the undiscovered Of a life, a pest, a plague
Falling back into the arms - no, never Admitting to a life alone - no There are sparks inside Outside looking back - no The lie never stopped ...
Cling to the wave, it cried And onward to the night Expecting not and nothing In the presence of a lie The deeper that it dug, the more now had to go Surrender was a fact and the room was decorated No, no, no - the lie never stopped
What late forgotten night To emptiness has given ...
The strangers Oh, may they come In ignorance's disguise
So in the dark walking To leave the last of times
Knee-deep in desperation To fill the gap behind ...
Boldly tread the night forever November thoughts are right - oh, never Taken from the fall - no Frightened by the key, but the trail behind the house Felt compelling and new - the lie never stopped Found at loss for words, now words aren't enough
Someone told A vacancy was open Someone laughed The silence here was broken Dug up to make room The room which you furnished and graced There is no vacancy The least can fill the fountain The most will flood the mold
Where were the eyes that followed How could they've found? These misery's merchants Struck the message deep "We have come to stay"
Dogs fled there in the dark of his path Feared him as once they all did
Like a ghost in daylight On an overcrowded street He wishes To be something he is not
Like a shadow at midnight That originate in air He wishes to release
Deep in the back it had caught him The anchor they threw at his life Oh these misery's merchants Dragged through life as a burden
Rushed off to his cage of glass To open the single window A means of escape, out in the open There are still holes in these walls Puking information into the unwanting Probing the last hope of defense So he plugged up the holes Shut the outside window In doing that, madness payed a visit
...and then suddenly in mid-thought Escape was a factor and as from inside Pushing out were words Through fingers came uncovering Revealing the truth of him there in the dark...
Skin began to crawl as they neared him Is all pleasure release? Oh these misery's merchants Saw the message clear "It is time to pay"
neither here nor there in our unity of twine solitary sanity traded in for life once we crawled into the artificial night all was left, and i arrived on your time on your time ...and so young and brave i was there on your time... ..
-there in the collision wish answers could arrive was i kept up for this? did the physical emotion break the fall of sleep? i'd never thought of things that you would say i could never tell if what you said were lies lies ..
it's in here eating it's down there drinking be with me not against me bear with it love against me
i've never known if there was enough time i could never tell if it was done just right-
i've never known i've never known i've never known if there was enough time could never tell could never tell could never tell if it was done just right
an icicle thrust to soothe the disorder between the eyes where the well is the deepest the deepest well
-i've never known if there was enough time i could never tell if it was done just right ...
so unease carried words that spoke of no matter was i held here for this? did the path of devotion stray from what you felt? i've never seen things here in this light i could never tell if your touch was deeper than skin- ..
i live on your time
once i thought that what no time could heal was here in me, but time proved me wrong deeper still, toward an outward pride no more lies, i'm here on your time
You just stood there screaming, fearing no one was listening to you They say the empty can rattles the most The sound of your voice must soothe you Hearing only what you want to hear, and knowing only what you've heard You you're smothered in tragedy You're out to save the world
Misery You insist that the weight of the world, Should be on your shoulders Misery There's much more to life than what you see My friend of Misery
You still stood there screaming No one caring about these words you tell My friend before your voice is gone One man's fun is another's hell These times are sent to try men's souls, But something's wrong with all you see You you'll take it on all yourself Remember, Misery loves company
Misery You insist that the weight of the world, Should be on your shoulders Misery There's much more to life than what you see My friend of Misery You just stood there screaming My friend of Misery
A human force stronger than logic Beyond the focus and the grander ideas One microcosmos in this wretched piece of hell Distant memories of what empathy we felt No revolution in what they must overthrow In on a secret we all know The need that is our enemy
I don't even want to see you Doing all the same things as me Don't ever let this be you Knowing what it is that drives me
It's all in the future Said with one foot in the grave All in the plan of what we never could achieve No satisfaction We excuse ourselves from progress by post-altering our motives Stories set to match whatever beat that drives the impulse
Whatever tune that carries through What's in a soul that rattles empty In this one reality, too few
Our reach is never wider than the depth of what we grasp A vicious curse on all that we partake in/side the conflict Where no one is the wiser A space invaded A face evaded My space invaded Selfish dosn't begin to cover the sense In this utopia of one to escape the argument To put another filter on
Turn of the century lies Not within the others Turn on the wretchful eye The blindness ends tonight Shelter for the shattered In unison we strive Dare to disassociate And cut the blinds that tie Abstractualize further To the ends of fact and foe Will it out of meaning As silence speaks the truth
I want to hear you scream I want to see you stand Atop the Pantheon of fiction and your failure Grasping for a hiding place Among indifferent stones
A brief reflection It sets the soul apart No selection It tears our world apart These walls are protecting us Burn them to the ground This haven of refuge Burn it to the ground So smudge the lens a little Muffle the voice Phase out of sound a while And let it go
Citizens of choice In a twilight world of your design Left to our devices We stumble on
I want to hear you scream I want to hear you scream
Burn it to the ground No firewall will save you Burn it to the ground Take me to the keep And bare the darkest void Thousandfold the agony Of silenced screams alone Tune right out of static Exorcise the dark How else can we move on
Make enemies of truth and reason In that a rage is born Start out a promise and a venture Where direction was never the goal
How does it feel To run out of nothing Where do you go When you run out?
Never you mind The grand perspective Other forces kept at bay As you narrow the field of vision To retain a sense of control Your focus will remain unfixed In the haze of a world unhinged
Create a sense of purpose Around which you base your faith The doubt that haunts your skin An itch that will linger on Forever
How does it feel To run out of nothing Where do you go When you run out?
You wave off Critique as an offender Never question Where your motives lie As a part of the greatest fable The beast all had forgotten Instincts in a dead end rampage Destruction as a saving grace
You run out of nothing
How does it feel To run out of nothing Where do you go When you run out?
How does it feel To run out of nothing Where do you go? Where do you go?
You try to hide The fact hidden from yourself Your own favourite entertainer Is none other than The one we call you And you need the others To fortify your disgust For the worst of us, to the rest of us
Entertain the thought that We are still alive Entertain the notion Of impending doom Entertain our worst suspicions And our fears Just pull us in And take us down
I hear a mighty cheer Your faith could not be any stronger In your head the stage is set A product of what we're being fed Oblivious by design Not susceptible to any mind
Entertain the thought that We are still alive Entertain the notion Of impending doom Entertain our worst suspicions And our fears Just pull us in And take us down
I can take What's being given I can down Whatever comes I will do What you deem necessary
My fear compels me My fear compels me No more fictitious needs I will not be made a mockery No more chaos seed I am not what you're supposed to see Without a sense of danger Everything is lost In the name of entertainment We are doomed
Entertain the thought that We are still alive Entertain the notion Of impending doom Entertain our worst suspicions And our fears Just pull us in And take us down
The unsaid tone of weak despair Fail to resonate Frayed end of our binding threads Will disintegrate By the laws our physics stage Failure to communicate None too sentient Hear no, see no worthless magic Against all function Ongoing choices the trials will end Filter the nonsense and laugh at what's left Indecision/nonvision what matters taken away
Look at the shell that is you Empty, fragile, weak Soon the battle is over Lost to apathy
So overcome with pointless tears To test pain receptors Nothing matters ever here Put up a nonreaction These eyes will never see Covered up from reality
Look at the shell that is you Empty, fragile, weak Soon the battle is over Lost to apathy
The unknown world that you deny No priority Cannot fail if you never start How predictable I want to know where For madness to start Always the sceptic never be part Introvertive/indescriptive It matters not, not
Look at the shell that is you Empty, fragile, weak
Look at the shell that is you Empty, fragile, weak Soon the battle is over Lost to apathy
The shell that is you Empty, fragile, weak Now the battle is over Lost to apathy
You are all that matters In my private demonology Those who fear** us now The sons of wishes The bastard child of dream Enemies of hope Let it be gone It's all pretend
Mind matters, matters not
Never again In perfect clarity See the day in childlike vision Where does it lead from here On without that guidance Disaster Role model without a part Our search is wider
Cast off those wide-eyed hopes and dreams
Mind matters, matters not
No need to see you there The path we made is clear Just stay ahead of me This is not for me to see
Mind matters, matters not
This time a prayer onto nothing Project again Direct oppose to action All across the board Shortcoming close to call Let it be gone It's all pretend
Insufficient facts Make up for a frail foundation Breeding the obscene For the opinion Customized Is the insight null and substance void upon these wheels Our world will roll Let it be decided Let it be decided who will take the blame Another soul to drain What is it that we see? What is it that we see?
One thought bringing it down Original sinners One thought bringing it down Switch it off
Has it come to this? Enjoying things by proxy Live through others Die just like the rest We all end up screaming A little louder To cover up Another piece of silence Just scream a little louder Punch another hole through media Turn it off
One thought bringing it down Original sinners One thought bringing it down Switch it off
Brace for impact To once a greater vision Our lives now stand to fall
Tyranny of fear A stranglehold on us Stronger day by day It's time to turn it off
One thought bringing it down Original sinners One thought bringing it down Switch it off
It comes from all we're giving In seemingly endless supply As signals cross defiantly Into this volatile mix we charge And the stubborn mind repeats The errors to challenge our grounds Either soar above or the detour takes you right Back down To where no one wants to see Misgivings in this starry nightlight Fill in the blanks That one will fall To the haunts and horrors To the haunts and horrors
There is nothing left A mere shadow When adrenaline runs dry There is nothing there An empty prop When adrenaline runs dry
It gets you deep Down low now As they told you of the blazing heights The stage from which the world is viewed Is the mirror to shatter the image The crypt he kept for hiding Retreat from another attack Painlessly forgiving A refuge in deceptive black
It works within the system And they won't understand A lesser known deceiver Will fool you even more
Now, now, now Now taunt the wasted It's all about nothing What to squeeze within the span of attention Brought to ground Let the chaos pass That one will fail By the screams and terrors By the screams and terrors
There is nothing left A mere shadow When adrenaline runs dry There is nothing there An empty prop When adrenaline runs dry
I grant to you no privilage of person no sense of self denial of choice its wants out so from all the little bits and pieces a simple case of lost and found a wicked new beginning i don't ever want to see it's the oldest trick in the book just like everything you always knew turned upon its very end there's nothing left to be half a mind to say all the things that bother me today you better check if it's me in that coffin of yours or just the one, the one you thought you knew
I am one, Who am I? No character to be lost inside
A mind is hard to please so wander aimlessly
Hands clenched in fists of rage concealed in frustration there's a part of me that cannot deal with the character I am forced to be a thinly veiled plan to lay your world afoot lost in community blind in belonging is there really nothing more than this? the emptiness remains so put on your brave face and take the plunge again
이상한 일이다. 다크 트랭퀼리티(Dark Tranquillity)는 매 앨범에 계속성과 차별성을 동시에 부여해왔으며, 창의력과 표현력이 정체된 적이 없다. 이러한 일관됨은 십 수년의 역사를 가진 밴드에게선 좀처럼 찾기 힘들고, 메틀 중에서도 스피드를 중시하는 분파에 속하는 다크 트랭퀼리티의 거친 음악이 서늘하고 음울한 파란색을 띄었다는 것 또한 그렇다. 음악을 폭넓고 깊게 들은, 또는 듣는 이가 만드는 음악과 그렇지 않은 이의 음악엔 차이가 있는데, 다크 트랭퀼리티는 전자의 경우였다. 그렇게 열려있었기에 [Projector](1999)와 같은 혁신이 가능했고, [The Gallery](1995)와 함께 비문(碑文)으로 깊게 새겨질 문구 하나를 보탤 수 있었다.유럽 언더그라운드에서 새로운 바람이 일 무렵, 음...
DISC 1 (Rare & Unreleased)
DISC 2 (Live)
다크 트랭퀼리티(Dark Tranquillity)는 흔치 않은 경우에 속한다. 감성적이면서 통쾌한 곡들엔 감정과 소리가 과잉되어 있으되 천박하기는커녕 기품 있게 뭉쳐지고, 데뷔한 지 십여 년을 넘겼음에도 여전히 최근작들은 심화되고 응축된 덩어리들을 담고 있다. [Projector](`99)를 기점으로 [Haven](`00)부터 정수 같은 몇 조각들을 뽑아내어 재배열·반복시키며 작곡을 하고, 파트들의 변형과 조합, 그리고 뒤섞기를 통해 난해하지 않으면서도 격(格)을 유지하는 편곡을 하고 있다. 이러한 스타일은 10년 동안 6장의 정규앨범을 발표한 이들에겐 많은 리프들을 짜 맞추어 나열했던 [The Gallery](`95)에 비해...
