Rebuke - Swan Song | Текст песни

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And the swans started singing before they set off in flight
a cloud of white feathers against a backdrop of fire

it's such a perfect picture, let's hang it on the wall
drawn in explicit detail, depiction of the fall

there's something about it that strikes a familiar chord
the frail composition, the exposed and naked core

but now the colors' fading, the lines become a blur
and with my eyes less focused the motive seems absurd

the features morph - reveals the dirty secret the metaphor - the canvas tears to pieces
there is a truth - obscured by adaptation overt and raw - closed to interpretation

make us forget you made us see at all and we'll repress the inescapable
yeah we'll embrace the invalidity won't contemplate its plain transparency

and the swans started singing before they set off in flight

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