Unspoken Names
Atrocity Lyrics

I see the horror day by day
Each day I witness terrible things happening that fill me with horror.

Only the sight shudders me
Just seeing these things is enough to make me tremble in fear and disgust.

World fail me, confuse me
The world seems to let me down and leave me feeling lost and bewildered.

In there any explanation ?
Is there any way to make sense of all this and understand why it's happening?

I shall not find
Despite my efforts, I don't think I'll ever find

One name or kind
A single word or phrase to capture the essence of what I'm witnessing.

What's behind
The root cause or explanation for all the horror I see around me.

Forbidden thoughts
Ideas and feelings that I dare not express or act on.

Keep me silent
These thoughts and feelings make me feel like I cannot open up or speak my mind.

Oppress me
They weigh down on me and make me feel trapped and helpless.

Every hour, every minute, every second
At all times, without a break or reprieve, I am consumed by this inner turmoil.

Conscience pangs
My moral sense is constantly pricked and challenged by what I see.

Heart beats
My emotions, especially my anxiety and fear, are heightened by all of this.

Mind rotates, endlessly
My thoughts and feelings keep circling back around and around, without any solution or resolution.

I feel the shock in my face
The horror is so intense that I am literally taken aback and in disbelief.

How worse is the human race ?
I am left to wonder how far we can fall and what depths of depravity we can plumb as a species.

Uncertainty
I am filled with doubt and lack of conviction about what to do or say.

Spreads abroad
This uncertainty and confusion seems to infect every aspect of my life, making it even harder to deal with.

Makes me sick
It seems to poison and infect me, making me feel physically ill and unwell.

Hidden truth
The real truth of what is going on, and why, is obscure and kept hidden from us.

Face of death
The consequences of this truth would be so consequential and dire that it would feel like a fate worse than death.

Morbid conflict
I am stuck in a situation where the truth is so dark and complex that it is impossible to know what to do or say.

Unintentional
I never intended to find myself in this situation, grappling with such difficult and painful truths.

Awful fate
It feels like a curse, a fate worse than death, to have to deal with all of this alone and in silence.

Mental terror
The constant stress and anxiety of this situation feels like a terror that haunts me at all times.

Impose silence
The situation makes me feel like I have to keep quiet and not speak up, even though it is tearing me up inside.

Forced to be
I have no choice but to remain silent and alone, unable to share my thoughts or feelings with anyone else.

Under control, by myself
I am forced to rely on myself to make sense of this all and find a way to cope with it.

War inside my head
I am battling with myself, with my own thoughts and feelings, as I struggle to cope with the darkness of the world I see around me.

Forbidden what should be sayed
There are things that need to be said, but I am not allowed or able to say them out loud, for fear of the consequences.

Unspoken names
These are the things that must not be said, the dark truths that are hidden away and kept silent about.

Twisted and obscure
These truths are so complex and interwoven that it is impossible to fully understand or articulate them.

Nothing less than more
They are not just one thing, or even a few things, but a multitude of different, interconnected horrors that cannot be easily summed up or expressed.

No solution
There seems to be no way to fix or change the things that are wrong with the world, no easy answers or solutions to the problems I see.

Only thinking
All I can do is think about what I see, ponder it endlessly, trying to make sense of it all.

Is not changing
But all this thinking is not leading to any change or solution. It is just a way to cope with the horror of the world.

Anything
It is a futile and ultimately unproductive way of dealing with things, but it is all I can do in the face of such darkness.

War of letters
Even the way we talk about these things, the language we use to try and articulate what is happening, is fraught and complicated.

Ends in madness
It seems like there is no way to talk about these things without eventually losing our minds, descending into madness in the face of such horror.

Call me coward
Despite all this, I fear that others will see me as weak or cowardly for not speaking out more openly or forcefully about what I see.

I'm a liar !
But the truth is that I am not lying, I am just unable to fully express the depth and complexity of what I see and feel.