urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:hocico && thats the shape of things to come. I am everything that ever caused you pain. 2009-01-11T07:21:04Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:hocico:436 2009-01-11T07:20:36Z 2009-01-11T07:21:04Z Hocico | The Shape of Things to Come. <center><i>Into the realms of hate<br />Into the realms of war<br />No, we're not dreaming<br />Now, try to run away<br />As fast as you can<br />Outside these grounds of hell<br />A burning world consumes<br />The flames are everywhere<br />Their eyes -- full of pain<br />Once fiction was our dream<br />Now fiction is our hell<br />We shaped our glorious end<br />As the world comes crashing down<br />No more screams are heard<br />No, we're not dreaming<br />Everything here has changed<br />Everything is destroyed<br />The fiction becomes truth<br />Wish there was a reason to stop this madness<br />You go on -- and keep tasting your own decadence<br />Bloody times, no one can talk<br />A glorious suicide to end up alone<br />Nobody escapes what we´ve done<br />In this bloody wasted place<br />And certain things remain untold<br />Deep in ourselves, a twisted soul<br />And that's the shape of things to come<br />We try to change it but it's too late<br />Now, we're just living to annihilate<br />And that's the shape of things to come..</center></i>