Felony
- Martyr (2006)You are listening to the song Felony by Martyr, writer by Martyr in album Feeding The Abscess. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
All who so thirst for power
Fail to see how swift it devours.
Oh faithless arrogance
Thou hast amended the souls
Of all they who be brave
And so dost thou beseech all
Wearing away the spirit, the flame.
Those who would rise
Hide 'neath all the lies
And they who would call
Praise their fatality
Crawling, they, as larvae.
Insipid, arrogance
Leaving the valiant
Perfidy, hearsay
Assailing the ardent.
Discrete revolts
Abstract word
Bravery fulminated
Stagnant larvae.
Truth drawn from the waters of chance
Lust for power, pointless, ignorant
With all the grandeur of entropy
Questioning faith, place your bets.
Waxen feathers, raising stakes
A lament of praise
The tears of an angel
The illusion of glory never to exist.
Imperfect perfection
Perfectly imperfect.
Forfeiting desire
Perennial quest
Never to begin.
Acerbically stoic
Ineptly lucid
Fanatic felons
Heroic cowardice.
Jail of flesh
Nets of woven nerves
Ditches of blood
Time's ball and chain.
Those who would rise
Hide 'neath all the lies
And they who would call
Praise their fatality...
Crawling, they, as larvae...
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