كلمات Beyond The Pale

Reanimated, I awake, awaiting Mistakes I shouldn't make Born of bonds I wouldn't place, had I the choice On loyal limbs that dance these melodies From your voice If you demand, I fall How will I evolve beyond the pale Of your holy scrawl? It begs the question of intent to know Or just observe your sycophants' deference Have we inherited the flaws of fumbling gods Too small to stumble on their own Who never grow If you demand, we fall How will we evolve beyond the pale Of your holy sprawl? What do you say to the suppliant ewe Suffering for little more than show? What will you find as you blindly grind The gears of your invention to a halt? What better way to know the places you won't go Than recognizing where we haven't been Finding our faults lie But none can answer why We never move from where we began Still standing still Bent to your will Flawed like you