Dec 26
Who knew bourgeois entertainment could be so poetic?
Read the words that are
written on my face
Oh, I believe them
I believe them
It’s a shame that they
lost their heads
A careless man
who could wind up dead
You wear your sin
like it’s some kind of prize
Too many lies
Too many lies
For these words are true
and I’ll make you believe
Oh, you fight for air and struggle
just to breathe
You wear your cowardice well
And I will see you ride it straight to hell
It’s written in my face
the shadows of my eyes
When the devil comes a-calling
it breaks your earthly ties
The land will break
and the seas will rise
The wind will rage
as it burns up the sky
All your beliefs will be broken and fall
On your final day
‘cause I’ll end it all.
