Testo di The Recreant

Hiding behind your metaphors Your words So few when spoken So many when sung The Coward Your feet, The thief that steals your eyes Your true intentions compromised Your hands sleep in deep pockets And your tongue trips you when talking Its the peace within that you can't find You're so alone Well so am I You're so alone Devil will bow I'm parallel to the floor Chewing through the ceiling Death to the recreant The stage keeps stroking the ego What is this But a false sense of confidence Sell your soul To be well-known What is worth this heart of stone? Where is the love, my [home]... You're so alone Devil will bow I'm parallel to the floor Chewing through the ceiling I'm so alone If there's a God Where is she now? What type of deity abandons thee? It's all cyclical These vehicles Don't you know they're just for show? Show me the way home It's all cyclical These vehicles A way for us to come and go Go back Home