Last Ride
What is the price of malfeasance
What does our hubris bring
Shadows in four as war rides forth
An ode to the New World Kings
I have found the way of salvation
It lies at the end of strings
A forked tongue to soothe with cold untruth
We are pathetic beings
The gods of error
The gods of shame
The extrication of tyrants we're to blame
They slit our throats when we made them kings a hemophagic lust for power as the Dying bird preens
Treat the world for what it's worth
This is my antithesis
Of the droll you secrete for the masses
Stained glass shatters over your head
Blood for the cause may the scribe write in ashes
A tongue shriller than all the music calls me
Into doom as I drag you there
What is the cause of all despair
What you praise, may the fabric tear
The end is nigh, might as well cut throat though
As it falls around you, look up to scapegoat
Doomed to walk this wretched path
What is the price of malfeasance
What does our hubris bring
Shadows in four as war rides forth
An ode to the New World Kings
I have found the way of salvation
It lies at the end of strings
A forked tongue to soothe with cold untruth
We are pathetic beings
This is my antithesis
Of the droll you secrete for the masses
Stained glass shatters over your head
Blood for the cause may the scribe write in ashes
A tongue shriller than all the music calls me
Into doom as I drag you there
What is the cause of all despair
What you praise, may the fabric tear
What does our hubris bring
Shadows in four as war rides forth
An ode to the New World Kings
I have found the way of salvation
It lies at the end of strings
A forked tongue to soothe with cold untruth
We are pathetic beings
The gods of error
The gods of shame
The extrication of tyrants we're to blame
They slit our throats when we made them kings a hemophagic lust for power as the Dying bird preens
Treat the world for what it's worth
This is my antithesis
Of the droll you secrete for the masses
Stained glass shatters over your head
Blood for the cause may the scribe write in ashes
A tongue shriller than all the music calls me
Into doom as I drag you there
What is the cause of all despair
What you praise, may the fabric tear
The end is nigh, might as well cut throat though
As it falls around you, look up to scapegoat
Doomed to walk this wretched path
What is the price of malfeasance
What does our hubris bring
Shadows in four as war rides forth
An ode to the New World Kings
I have found the way of salvation
It lies at the end of strings
A forked tongue to soothe with cold untruth
We are pathetic beings
This is my antithesis
Of the droll you secrete for the masses
Stained glass shatters over your head
Blood for the cause may the scribe write in ashes
A tongue shriller than all the music calls me
Into doom as I drag you there
What is the cause of all despair
What you praise, may the fabric tear
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Writer(s): Autumn Buried
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