Translation of Fixes Songtext

von Twelve Tribes

I resort to impulse to escape the living
Face down in your indifference waiting to fall in line
And I was never impressed with your addiction to conscience.
Pain has long been the lost
Humiliation of genius
And I've been misled to believe that I was alone.

It always turns out better
Better this way.
Sedated so you wont have to feel a thing.
I resort to impulse
I resort to impulse
I resort to impulse
I resort to impulse
To escape the living.
Counting the imperfections
Down the lines of face.
When all
The regrets
And failures in you were so obvious
Pain has long been the lost humiliation of the soul
And I've been caught between what's real and what's for sale.

I'm not the one who profits from stainless masquerades.
I've come to terms with my fixations
And all your failing attempts
Faithful performances
The timelessness of your act
Won't be the end of me.
Won't be the End of me

I've come to terms
With my
Fixations

I'm not the one who profits
From stainless masquerades.
I've come to terms with my fixations
And all your failing attempts
Faithful performances
The timelessness of your act
Won't be the end of me.

I resort to impulse
I resort to impulse
I resort to impulse
To escape
To escape
To escape