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I could paint a pretty picture
With my words, like acid, out of my mouth
I could preach a thousand strictures
And prove to you that anyone can doubt
I can tell a thousand lies
Say a thousand psalms and be protected
I can kill a million flies
And still not be the one selected, for their petty news
I can be resurrected a thousand times
Live a thousand and one nights
Have your master preach me my rights
Kill me for my crimes
[chorus]
All I can see, today and yesterday
Is all the same, as it will be tomorrow
And we’ll lead you astray
From the worms that you follow
You cannot survive, sleep your days away
Flee your days
I can speak of a few nightmares
Taunt you in your sleep
In this state, I must declare
That you are little more than the sheep
I can be your herder
Your very own messiah
Just another social pariah
And we confused, once again, the crusade for murder
[pre-chorus]
And the whispering of their souls
Will forever haunt my own
I cannot let her down
[chorus]
All I can see, today and yesterday
Is all the same, as it will be tomorrow
And we’ll lead you astray
From the worms that you follow
You cannot survive, sleep your days away
Escape your days
- by Necro Fusion |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/12/2009 |
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