Comatose-Inked In Blood
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TXT Comatose-Inked In Blood 文本歌词
Praxis is the touchtone of our thought
Minds inform our movement
Making music with our actions
We are all musicians
Dancing to the beat of a
Thousand different drums
Combined in tribal counterpoint
Until the chaos is so loud it
Can no longer be heard
Only felt
And these words are not spoken
But they are yelled
All of your words have fallen to the ground
You have sold yourself to vanity
I see your masks
Falsehood seeps from you
But I don't believe a single tale from you
You scream of destruction and of anarchy
You writhe in the pain of a love once lost
But I don't buy a word
Not one word
You sell what's true of
Yourself vain silver
Every last drop of your blood runs cold
Stale cadaver
When did your heart last beat
Whitewashed corpses
Your pulse has faded
Your face so pale
Stale cadaver
Stale cadaver
If this is oppression
Your heart should be beating
If you are a warrior
Your foe should be bleeding
If this really hurts you
I should find you weeping
I've only just met you yet
I find that your comatose
Conviction means nothing to me
Choke on your glory
Choke on your glory
I won't let you suffocate what now lives
Art is the depth of our essence
It cannot be void of truth
The truth of your expression has withered
Your wick has become cold
You cannot buy what's real
You cannot buy the truth
You cannot buy what's real
You cannot buy the truth
You cannot buy what's real
You cannot buy the truth
You cannot buy the truth
