[ti:Comatose]
[ar:Inked In Blood]
[al:Lay Waste The Poets]
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[00:00.60]Praxis is the touchtone of our thought.
[00:02.50]Minds inform our movement
[00:04.28]making music with our actions
[00:05.96]we are all musicians
[00:07.51]dancing to the beat of a
[00:08.80]thousand different drums
[00:09.62]combined in tribal counterpoint
[00:11.40]until the chaos is so loud it
[00:13.59]can no longer be heard,
[00:15.19]only felt
[00:16.41]and these words are not spoken,
[00:18.25]but they are yelled.
[00:24.96]
[00:26.23]All of your words have fallen to the ground.
[00:39.22]You have sold yourself to vanity.
[00:51.72]
[00:54.68]I see your masks,
[00:56.74]
[00:58.93]falsehood seeps from you.
[01:03.80]
[01:07.96]But I don't believe a single tale from you.
[01:18.55]
[01:21.01]You scream of destruction and of anarchy.
[01:29.91]
[01:31.47]You writhe in the pain of a love once lost.
[01:41.82]
[01:49.06]But I don't buy a word,
[02:03.97]not one word.
[02:09.04]You sell what's true of
[02:13.56]yourself vain silver.
[02:19.45]Every last drop of your blood runs cold
[02:24.53]
[02:26.18]stale cadaver.
[02:29.52]When did your heart last beat
[02:35.07]
[02:36.63]whitewashed corpses?
[02:39.69]Your pulse has faded
[02:43.26]
[02:44.66]your face so pale
[02:46.26]
[02:46.80]stale cadaver.
[02:50.26]stale cadaver.
[02:56.20]
[03:08.35]If this is oppression,
[03:10.86]your heart should be beating.
[03:13.45]If you are a warrior,
[03:15.97]your foe should be bleeding.
[03:18.48]If this really hurts you,
[03:20.96]I should find you weeping.
[03:23.59]I've only just met you yet,
[03:26.69]I find that your comatose
[03:32.43]conviction means nothing to me.
[03:38.35]
[03:39.79]Choke on your glory.
[03:43.94]
[03:45.45]Choke on your glory.
[03:50.82]
[04:02.85]I won't let you suffocate what now lives.
[04:10.99]
[04:19.20]Art is the depth of our essence,
[04:20.88]
[04:22.08]it cannot be void of truth.
[04:23.95]
[04:24.66]The truth of your expression has withered
[04:27.20]
[04:28.27]your wick has become cold.
[04:29.81]
[04:33.21]You cannot buy what's real.
[04:35.63]
[04:37.53]You cannot buy the truth
[04:39.34]
[04:41.15]You cannot buy what's real.
[04:47.02]You cannot buy the truth
[04:53.22]You cannot buy what's real.
[04:59.34]You cannot buy the truth
[05:05.54]You cannot buy the truth
[05:12.89]
- 专辑：Lay Waste the Poets
- 歌手：Inked in Blood
- 歌曲：Fourth Stanza: Conditions: Comatose
