Paroles de Martyr Of The Soil
Here we exist upon the cliff topsExhausted and empty
Sneering into the darkness below
Wet palms, coppery and thick
Lines of red to mark our progress
But to what end?
We are a part of this plague
Unclean and nai"ve
We climb upon the cross
To be crowned?
This will deaden all but the brightest lights
And I personify the black
I am despair
The futility and the frustration
These two hands make liars of us all
Denial and disaster are mine
Step up to the gallows, defeated and lost
Fall away
Resign yourself to this faithless leap
For there can be no half measures
And the noose is already around our necks Through suffocation and sodden eyes
She will not hold
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