Song Length |
7:40 |
Genre |
Rock - Progressive Rock |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
No plan to abbreviate your contribution it was something to be witnessed by us mere mortals barely functioning barely able to connect the dots I am straining can I fake it is the question I am asking
No plan to legitimize your weak solution you did bore me you're a trophy one of self-importance barely functioning in an arena built to praise the gods of nothing the occupation spits infection of religion
Still I'm spilling blood for your sins
No plan to be the narrative of meglamania so kill me to be delivered by a ringing shot into history to be remembered with a smile and a tear of irony I wish I taken you to task not so silently
It comforts and shapes me this will define me now there's no escaping approaching the reef strung to the bow
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