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• Artiste: Statues Cry Bleeding
• Titre: Changing Face
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Mirrors of apathy born Pause within empathy seas Safe for a pawn, reflections of. . . . . . Fools! A new reach of purpose fades Neither witness bore thus far Shaming a distaste in your face you're a slave Teeth pulled apart by the seams Did you fall upon your face When you spoke three words Of purity, fading its shell And it's humanly face is shown Another person adorns Just shy of perfection An emotionless face at the end of a string to perform These ironies fall asleep As you hear virus shores Another image is formed The myriad whisper your shame and you fall to your knees This changing face laughs at you! A knife in my back I'll forgive you! As you avert your eyes, you obscure disguise I'll just kill you Clearly see apathy, openly, stabbing me I'll forgive you! Constantly, clawing me, silently tainting me! I'll forgive you (I'll just kill you!) How many dreams will I have to kill Before I become an innocent man? How many lies will I have to drink Before I begin to understand? Forward the tragedy They laugh aloud Under their mask they feed Breathing their scars Shame, remains, politics oblivious and dry As fasting thins the silver line Another person adorns Just shy of perfection An emotionless face at the end of a string to perform These ironies fall asleep As you hear virus shores Another image is formed The myriad whisper your shame and you fall to your knees This changing face laughs at you! On your way, ponder, nothing at all is what it seems Begging stiffs, applause for the action that gains no merit Stale-ish shits, applauding again for the often pathetic Slaves Still afraid - Still trading pieces, against improvement A pawn that finds itself face on the ground (Lame) Hate yourself, and play the victim Batter up, don't make a sound - And aim for the head