Age Of Excuse V 歌词

The gruesome caravan is crawling in circles Around pillars of cold grey light Pale horse is there, but the rider's away on business And the lion went roaring somewhere else It's a begging time for dissolution The commodity of ultimate silence on public display The living dead stare at the gaping void Waiting for the blade to finally come down Not just yet There's still innards to be ripped out And hanged between the sacred trees Bones to be broken, eyes to be plucked For the amusement of a drooling God Born again in a tidal wave of filth Amidst chants of suffocating angels An offering to a ravenous idol That'll take more pleasure in puking it out Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end A bargain pilgrimage to the heart of darkness The stay got extended quite a good bit View is always the same: Sorrow upon sorrow And the orchestra keeps playing same song on repeat A canticle arranged for gnashing of teeth Howling of hearts and cracking of spines And there's a hundred eager razors Underneath the conductor's suit Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end In this rotten excuse for a world At the bottom of the dustbin of history Let's just try and pretend That our corpses still have some class The cold light The gaping void The final silence At the fingertips The cold light The gaping void The broken cycle Not just yet