Taxidermyasart
Covers wear thin but ink remains
They'll always speak, in his name
We'll make a lie from the words that they gave you
We'll play a lie from the words that they gave you
To end it all would be a cowardly act
I know I know I know if I stay I'll stain the pages black
Paint them black as before
Pages upon pages line the walls and the floors
A fire burns low, will take them all
To Feed the flame, to pass the blame, to feel the shame of it all
We'll make a life from the words that they gave you
We'll play a lie from the words that they gave you
To end it all would be a cowardly act
I know I know I know if i stay I'll stain the pages black
A successful parents penny puts it all into control
A fleeting gain of fleeting pain seams to pay the tormentors toll
A trojan horse for the feeble mind lock up inside itself by design
Pen and paper do nothing but scratch the itch to forget to remove what's black
And those pitiful pennies only sustain the twisted view that all must remain
What remains is survival, in a world plagued by peace
What remains are false idols, painted with glee
They'll always speak, in his name
We'll make a lie from the words that they gave you
We'll play a lie from the words that they gave you
To end it all would be a cowardly act
I know I know I know if I stay I'll stain the pages black
Paint them black as before
Pages upon pages line the walls and the floors
A fire burns low, will take them all
To Feed the flame, to pass the blame, to feel the shame of it all
We'll make a life from the words that they gave you
We'll play a lie from the words that they gave you
To end it all would be a cowardly act
I know I know I know if i stay I'll stain the pages black
A successful parents penny puts it all into control
A fleeting gain of fleeting pain seams to pay the tormentors toll
A trojan horse for the feeble mind lock up inside itself by design
Pen and paper do nothing but scratch the itch to forget to remove what's black
And those pitiful pennies only sustain the twisted view that all must remain
What remains is survival, in a world plagued by peace
What remains are false idols, painted with glee
Credits
Writer(s): Dayton Bowen
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