Enslavement Of Beauty - The Perilous Pursuit Of Volition lyrics

The heart seeks pleasure first And then, excuse from the deeds; And then, those awkward moments Where the suffering exceed The wow echoes with the gust And the wretched silence wail The minutes turn to hours As the tint of mischief turns pale The demise of all emotions And the search for tranquil seas The filthy heart restored As the suffering now recedes And then, to fall again And then, if there should be A trace of will to succeed It'll last for eternity