Planetary Misfortune - Amorphis

I hear you

Hear your worthless speech

Unheard and sensational

Feeding my comprehension

Let me see beyond all additional

Show me something real

Something low and dramatical

When all this sinful glittery

Is still too much to see

Taste the death from my hand

Cleanse your senses

Take the death from my hands

Please your senses

Taste the death from my hand

Cleanse your senses

Take the death from my hands

Please your senses

I fear you

Planetary misfortune

Who will pray for my hallucinations

I’m not attuned

When you fold your hands

It’s a wave of the salvation

And their slaves are their kings

Futility of this creation

Stand before the illusionist

The man of misapprehension

Show me something real

Something low and dramatical

When all this sinful glittery

Is still too much to see

Taste the death from my hand

Cleanse your senses

Take the death from my hands

Please your senses