Wither


Исполнитель: 38th Parallel Альбом: Turn The Tides Дорожка: 9

Forward he marches through scornful laughter 
Undaunted eyes set on hopes of here after 
A gauntlet of piercing stares line his way 
And condemning glares say all hate can say 
As he strides ever on steps 
In time with his hearts rhythm and rhyme 
to the end of his day 
Forevers seductive smile shatters sense 
And bids him acquiesce from this solitary life 

[Chorus]
But we don't see, 
we've made ourselves blind 
And we don't care, 
we've closed our minds 
And we don't move, 
we're so paralyzed 
As we sit in heartlessness watching him die 

Dead to immunity, 
dead to society 
Fearing the slow decay of dignity the posterchild 
For walking deadmen longs for the now 
to be way back when 

[Chorus]

And I see him everyday along his road 
Fading away manifest in the downcast, 
Recluse and outcast lepers of this age 
The innocent incaged by paranoid, 
misinformed minds 

Enter the champions of love (so called) singing loud 
Grinning as they spit out their words 
So proud are the hearts unmoved by songs and ideals? 
Wading through the rhetoric to clutch something real

[Chorus]

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