Prone Mortal Form

Who's at the helm of the purge that looms?
Should I bother tryna see outside this room?
I can tell you now, I'll be left behind
On that fabled day when the beggars will ride
Oh, when the beggars will ride

The distant, crushing call to continue
Makes a heart sink willingly into a chemical bath
Every insecurity reminds you
Of the voice determining your choice of path

Believe me now, I'll be left behind
On that fabled day when the beggars will ride
Believe me now, I'll be left behind
On that fabled day

If I champion misfortune, is it just, just an extension of
Dismantling a pale facade
My disdain for convention?

Believe me now, I'll be left behind
On that fabled day when the beggars will ride
Believe me now, I'll be left behind
On that fabled day when the beggars will ride, ride



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Stevenson, Jonah Jay Jenkins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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