Burning Down The House (The Used)

Opeth - Heir Apparent

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Slow days

Slow words

Slow lies

Slow ends

So many years to clean the slate

Endless despair within its wake

His touch soiling what used to be clean

His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams

No more

Slow pains

Slow deaths

And again he rides in, it's September and he covets the gullible

Skeletal wish - hunter

A thousand lies, cast from the throne of secrecy

Hear him spewing forth a meaning to miserables lies

See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair

The insect trust - believer

Your body a vehicle to house his disease

Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind

Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn

Invisible king - dying

Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow

A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs

The swift solution crumbles beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece

Death in his eyes - waiting

Spiralling judgement, provoked in the rains

This futile test drowned in the levee of deception

In the year of his sovereign

Rid us of your judgement

Heir apparent