Whoracle by In Flames
Time: 02:47
Track #11 from the album Whoracle.
Written by: STROEMBLAD, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN / GELOTTE, BJOERN INGVAR / FRIDEN, ANDERS PAR
Published by: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics
I often dream of huge numb buildings
Jet-black sinister architecture
Being installed when nobody sees
Their appearance so sudden
That few would take notice
And when I wake up
I imagine being crushed by one
Imagining its weight its silence
And the absence of excuses for a havoced life
And the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone
Jotun
A body of black
That carried no reflection
Defying its own room
Un-earthly eggs of decreation
There would be colonies
Mushroom-scattered forever out of context
Rising spores from a dying world
To pollute to chase away what's left
Sun-white pulverised desert stone
And serpentine lizard mouths
Pales away the pyramids
Rewriting 4500 years of history
Raping the statue of liberty
Outplays the acropolis
Inverting the fjords
Invades the n why skyline to
Dream its own existence in one single final word
Jotun
Can we identify them
As the flint buried in our reptile skulls
Or the time-bomb coded in our dna
