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• Artiste: Light This City
• Titre: Cradle For A King
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Everyone sees through you How do you sleep at night? Translucent eyelids don't keep out the light Eyes that bulge apathetically From your engorged (yet empty) head Resting on a pillow bursting with dreams that will never take flight Songs that one time soothed their weary minds and tired limbs Become hauntingly, disturbingly, and loudly chanted hymns Frozen-hearted martyr-maker What keeps you safe and warm at night? A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor Dyed and colored with the blood That you robbed from prisoners and slaves Admit it, you get off more when they are fighting to escape And what holds you up there, High above the rest of us? Mighty only if the sheets weren't pulled over your head The posts of your bed carved From the bleached bones of your dead The faces of your apparitions dripping with the tears they shed This is where majesty lies awake feeling corruptly luxurious Is this where dignity lies awake? In a cradle fit for a king? Frozen-hearted martyr-maker What keeps you safe and warm at night? A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor Dyed and colored with the blood That you robbed from prisoners and slaves Admit it, you get off more when they are fighting to escape You are not my hero; you're only my sovereign I'm not encouraged to follow in your noble, shallow footsteps; Just expected to obey And even though you're the one that represents all of humanity You are still only human The backbone of immortality breaks every time: Our fatal flaws turn to fatal lies