Complex Terms 가사

Careless, to try to think that we've progressed And the consequence of walking quietly We only know, what we've been told Self's exposed and overloaded These monuments built by thieves Keep us contained Polished they stand and guide us I found a four leaf clover Hidden within Buried beneath my fears And we fall, kneeling Begging for scraps Hands and arms stretched out We reach for what we're given So privileged I'd imagine it could be the fall of man We come from control A paradigm that leads us through the valley Into the mouths of wolves We are being eaten alive And we fall, kneeling Begging for what? The tailor's shop has closed And we don't dress for miracles anymore Oh, how we believe in All the monuments built by thieves...