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letra de tower call - catherine corelli

it seems that i was recollected by someone i always knew
i’m brought to life and i’m dragged through my thoughts that are few
their dark enchantment rises up from the deep of my mind
tides of fear tell me somehow that there’ll be no light
inspiration and horror form a rattling mix, they whiten my lips
they reduce my heart with an -rg-smic taste of styx
they diffuse my soul with a sweet spasm of sense
sure! i’ll blow up and scatter like thousands of stars in eternity’s dance

i get sicker the more i make an effort
it looks like something familiar, like something i can’t abort
still blind i find i’m so f-cking lonely at such a towering height
there’s no one to fight with, there’s nowhere to hide
my internal instinct tells me: ‘tis impossible
to keep cool on the verge of madness and g*nius
d-mn!
impending doom surrounds me thicker each instant
like it’s extended through centuries
like i will never resist it

my disguise is catalyzed – i struggle through a paralysis
i must surp-ss… though my eyes are still insensible like solid gl-ss
i’ll win this fatal fight or will be dissolved in tears by this plight
so i hold on to life with all of my might
don’t want to fall asleep and turn into one of that statues
that crackle in the gloom inside and around not yet bound
their morbid silhouettes and shadows attempt to merge with me
so we clash while i try to dash away from their progeny

you f-cking go away! don’t delay! i will not pray
for mercy – instead, i’ll fight my way
/forward/
i don’t want to bear this venom in me
i’ll never give birth to victims! you’ll see
perhaps, someone prepares me a convoy
some pain to annoy me
a countdown to extinction, an attempt of a complete destroy
but what i know and know full well
is that i’m not born for being enslaved
i’m no kind of blow-up doll
oh, my god! my blood is overflown by flame
it feels like sun itself diluted me, then drove me sane again
a hurricane now spreads in me and inflames my brain
my eyes are wide open – from now on i’m not the same

for me, it happened long ago
it’s cold to bear and hard to know
my inside lies somewhere to where i go
/a secret place that’s never to be shown/
no-one can feel, no-one can see
the edge of my reality
so i’ll exist though you will disagree
because i realize i’m locked somewhere above the world in a

tower
tower

i’m alive now
there is no-one to behead me, nothing to stop me
i’m alive now
i’d better sift through the sh-t than die like a coward

oh, my god
i feel bewitched because now i can
feel the cold
draft reel my sanity. it makes me

convulsively sniff the air ’round and
hurry, cuz i can be found
so i run somewhere
and i try not to blare
there’s a scent of eternity
that hangs in the air so st-rdily
as enormous as god
as attractive as blood

that’s the deal
i came from above
to live on the earth
i can’t be a serf
cuz i escaped the tower

tower
tower

now my flesh makes me burdened. i feel my past lives, they
gnaw at my soul, they fiercely devour me with their every
flaw: each of them is like a
claw that’s trying to pull me under

i face my past
and fail to turn backward
each life seems the last
under death’s showers

fire and ice torment my heart
though i seem free i’m torn apart
there’s something that i’ve surely got
that i had neither owned nor
felt before
in my core

thus condemned to find my path
i’m overwhelmed by holy wrath
for still i can’t forget the clap
that overtook me when i
had a fall
the tower call

i wish i could breathe a bit lighter
but the matters at hand make me tighter
i feel i am wounded forever
left to bleed here forever and ever
there’s a desert around and a desert inside
the wolves are here – i can feel their hungry first bite
what the h-ll’s going on?! the breath of death is on my skin
a blast of wind tells me “stand up and win!”

cuz i
i came from above
to live on the earth
i can’t be a serf
for i escaped the tower

tower
the tower

on my left lies the swamp of sorrow
and on my right – the abyss of no tomorrow
the wind of doubt is blowing at my back
the only way’s before me: i can’t wag

i
i came from above
to live on the earth
i can’t be a serf
for i escaped the tower

icy claws stretch
i see their glimmer
they crave my flesh
and soul for dinner
on my left lies the swamp of sorrow
and on my right – the abyss of no tomorrow
my back is bent by the wind of doubt
so i struggle forward and go all-out

- catherine corelli

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