Being irrefutable A notion that the role of a conquering despot cannot be obscured by a morbid fascination with war Confessions gained under the pillory And the sequence of events leading up to the end of everything collectively abandon what was seen and believed Cultivate deliberate illusions Keep them all in line The slate of history is wiped clean of its blemishes Scars so deep they must be burned to remove With no more past, there's no mistakes to repeat Only the purity of fresh disaster Victors are the victims in this gruesome display As fates are sealed through the strokes of pens All through the streets the people dance in revelry Although to me their songs of celebration Sound like cries to mourn the dead Spoils of the sycophant through deviance rise through the ranks Too bleak and obscene to be a thrall Spoils of the sycophant Spoils of the sycophant Their voices so quick to fade My echo will forever remain Their voices so quick to fade My echo will forever remain Confessions gained under the pillory Are the sequence of events leading up to the end of everything Collectively abandon what was seen and believed cultivate deliberate illusions Keep them all in line Recognize the impact of power ephemeral I feel a pity that is quickly repressed Man becomes ruins Ruins become sand Sand washes awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
