Текст песни Jamison Boaz - Weak Executioner

“It” has lost the shape of a man. Pitiful existence.
So, where does it wander without purpose.

Naked, primal instincts keeps eating others’ lives,
While trampling fragments of the pride it once had.

Lonely… lonely… I’ve been lookin' for your lonely soul
Holy… holy… I wanna see you in a holy death

The circulation of your cruel fate,
This is the time I will come to a sever it

The Chaser, The Runaway
They are forming compositions of a feeling
No one is able to express it in a single phrase

“You… going away.”
The more it approaches, touching one another
The more something breaks with silent crying

God, I ask you,
Which is man? Which is phantom?
There’s no justice. There’s no glory in such a fight.
God, tell me now,
Who is mad? Who is conscious now?
Everything falls in the blue dark.

She’s caught in an ominous past weakest existence
The flame of impatience burns in her mind

Firmly stepping through the wilderness she’s becoming exhausted.
She strains her voice calling out the target ahead.

Lonely… lonely… I’ve been lookin' for your lonely soul
Holy… holy… I wanna see you in a holy life

When the invisible prayer calls,
The miracle, the end will come at last.

The Chaser, The Runaway
They are forming compositions of a feeling
Fist… Only the fist will solve it in the loop of calamity

“You… going away.”
The more it approaches, touching one another
The more something breaks with silent crying
crying…