Moetar - Where The Truth Lies | Текст песни

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Song by the Phrygian sky and wrong for the clarion cry.
Forcing a weakening die. Leaching Divinian lies.
C4, blowin’ the door off precepts. A permanent bore.
Ingest the parodies wall. Reject sincerities fall.

I know the clever disguise that tells me where the truth lies and flusters the never know sheen.

Poly-amorphous glean to parlay the Crimean crown.
Buried with no one around. Thorns in the maddening frown.

Anarchy. Anar-kiss the sun. Bio-mimicry gimmickry.
Fiber optic mole with a soul to control the direction of the rabbit-hole-in-one in perseverance.
Up and away leaving the day.

Cipher Sisyphean spine. Program the profiting mind. Turn on the mentally blind.

Here come the furious sun with pounding mercurial drums. Now reset the prescient bet.
Rewind the paradigm rhyme. The cold waters drearily drown.
Buried with no one around. Grazed by the hazy out crowd.

One nation under God’s impersonation, grinning while idol suicidal celebration.
Revolution is the permanent solution.
Dilution of the former institution.
Straddle fences in consensus. So defenseless it’s relentless.
Menace of the widening divide.

Animate. Antiquate the taste. We cast out our past and at last.
Free to be whatever comes next. Consciousness.
Lost by the timidly proud.Close your eyes and see on the inside.
Up and away. Leaving the day.

Life is. Love is. Life is. Love is. Love is. Life is. Love is. Life.
Perfect symmetry. Something and nothing. Nothing and something. Perfect symmetry.
The ominous. Preponderance. Preponderance. And dominance.
Day gone. Day long. Stay long. Say gone. So long. Foregone. In conclusion.
Always never knowing. Everything is going. Always never knowing. Everything is going.
Fleeting and repeat. Ebbing and retreat. Fleeting and repeat. Ebbing and retreat
Echoed. Eons. Eons. Ago.
Infinite. Limited. Limited. Infinite.
Imagination. Imagination. Image.
No beginning and no ending. No beginning and no ending.
Day in day out. Sun up sun down.

Moments marching on in to memories

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