Valve - Thermoclines [Full Album 2022]

Lyrics to Thermoclines [Full Album 2022] by Valve

Tracklist: 01. 00:00 XXXIII Celestial arrows pointed to the sky Cosmic peaks, remains from another time Pyramids stand from the beginning to the end Some kill to glorify them I can't believe it's only from the human hand We must kneel in front of them In front of These traces from our past We have forgotten Will survive to us at last We won't be forgiven These traces from our past Built by ancient civilizations Predicting our days’ evilization Guiding us into the darkness But human kind is under blindness When the day of Judgement will come You can always try to pray your false icons Pray (False) Pray (Icons) Predicting our days' evilization When the day of Judgement will come You can always try to pray your false icons On the altar of sacrifices we're already dead Murdered by our own vices, this comedy ends Blood will wash our sins Sun will dry our skin 02. 12:32 歌舞伎 (Kabuki) Look at yourself into the mirror To drop the mask and kill the hero Look at yourself into the mirror To drop the mask and kill the hero Life is a tragedy, Earth is a theater Script is in holy books Such a sad comedy, we have to be actors and it's harder than it looks Look at yourself into the mirror To drop the mask and kill the hero Look at yourself into the mirror To drop the mask and kill the hero Your well being weights The weight of the gaze Trying to escape The web as a maze Tears are to weak When your irises blaze We are the sum of our personalities We were all multiple in the egg We wear different masks in many sociabilities But in the end it's a suffering that makes mentally ill Suffocating under the weight of the others Your well being weights The weight of the gaze Trying to escape The web as a maze Tears are to weak When your irises blaze Who are you? Is this you in the mirror? Is this me or you? I don't know anymore Talking to myself As if we're many more Voices in my head Speaking as living corpses Us becomes the I Madness in the eyes All my body cries When this army rises Who are you? Is this you in the mirror? Is this me or you? I don't know anymore Talking to myself As if we're many more Kabuki Who are you? (No one) Is this you in the mirror? (No one) Kabuki Is this me or you? (No one) I don't know anymore (No one) Kabuki Who am I? (No one) 03. 19:28 Thermoclines When in the depths, ocean turns from indigo to ebony And that your last breath is choking in a deep irony Is it time to let go? Does it kill your ego? When you're close to death, and the sea's your grave Then, alone, you finally face yourself, what can you see? The water reflects, what you ever reject Diving into your darkness (Pure) Water is heartless (Awe) Desolation and sadness Face your existence Numb in chill You shined for credence Fade for real In your black mirror Vanity shades Scars and tumors Fill the vacuum Pretend you cope Feed your illusions Timeless whirlpool Contemplation's beautiful Reaching hands toward the shore Feeling your arms are too short Swimming like to struggle There's nobody to handle Pulled in deep by this anchor When the light is gone and your eyes are useless Do you really think it's time for excuses? When there's no more air to grasp And no more forgiveness to implore What can you ask anymore? Tidal waves shear your body and shred your spirit Are you really afraid to let 'em finish it? You've never been so honest, you've never been so clear Is it the sensation that a flayed must feel? Suddenly a white glow appears A reality you must fear A warmth that seems to protect Is a comfort you should neglect If you want to fight for your life You'd better fight yourself first Your worst enemy is inside Your curse is in your mind If you want to fight for your life You'd better fight yourself first Your worst enemy is inside Your curse is in your mind You can't pretend to keep yourself alive If you give up in front of all your lies With all your strength Break your own chains Pain! Pray! Vain! 04. 29:03 Schism Life on the edge is a dangerous gamble But the best way not to be handled This thought is only the preamble From a bottle to the sea whose message is scrambled Realizing it will make you humble But you will face terrible troubles It's a waltz between life and death Heard by the blind, seen by the deaf A source of light in the depths A funeral march with Hades A sad lament to address To the grim reaper in its pretty dress Do you feel this fire burning under your flesh? Do you feel this weight pressing on your chest? It's a waltz between life and death Heard by the blind, seen by the deaf A source of light in the depths A funeral march with Hades A sad lament to address To the grim reaper in its pretty dress Do you feel this fire burning under your flesh? Hope is the best way to be disappointed Death is the only thing that is guaranteed To be reassured is what you always wanted It's only the living who let themselves be haunted Hope is the best way to be disappointed Death is the only thing that is guaranteed It's only the living who let themselves be haunted Ghosts of the past are obstacles to freedom You must not let yourself be eaten by your demons Looking back too much we lose the reason A perpetual restart season after season Don't let the darkness spread its kingdom Break your allegiance in a shattering schism One becomes blind to look through an evil prism Depression and loneliness are a prison Break the chains of your submission Should be your only mission Like a bird in full ignition Shying away from one's own condition Hate weight of pain You shouldn't be ashamed Hate weight of pain You shouldn't be ashamed Hate weight of pain Burn everything you always believed in So as not to become the shadow of yourself If you don't want to have to be leaving With the only memory of having been a slave It's a waltz between life and death Heard by the blind, seen by the deaf A source of light in the depths A funeral march with Hades A sad lament to address To the grim reaper in its pretty dress Do you feel this fire burning under your flesh? Do you feel this weight pressing on your chest? Life on the edge is a dangerous gamble But the best way not to be handled This thought is only the preamble From a bottle to the sea whose message is scrambled