Spectre At The Feast

The practise of harmony
Is a delicate thing
The tension preceding
The bow and the string

It's just how you phrase it
It's not what you mean
The art of precision
Will keep your cuts clean

Until the day
You're faced with a beast
That no one can tame
Until the day
You're caught in a storm
Of what you became

Virtues and creed
Scatter like pearls from a chain
A chain
Blood on the ground
Washing away with the rain
The rain
Away with the rain

Peace of mind
Is a balancing act
Convenience dictates
What you add and subtract

A transient construct
Believe and deny
All truth is simple
Is that not doubly a lie?

Until the day
You're faced with a beast
That no one can tame
Until the day
You're caught in a storm
Of what you became

Virtues and creed
Scatter like pearls from a chain
A chain
Blood on the ground
Washing away with the rain
The rain
Away with the rain

The practise of harmony
Is a delicate thing
The tension preceding
The bow and the string

It's just how you phrase it
It's not what you mean
Is that not doubly a lie?

Virtues and creed
Scatter like pearls from a chain
A chain
Blood on the ground
Washing away with the rain
The rain

Away
With the rain
Away
With the rain
Away
With the rain



Credits
Writer(s): Vegard Sverre Tveitan
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