The Republic Of Wolves - Greek Fire | Текст песни

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• The Republic Of Wolves
• Greek Fire

Where have you been lying
ever since the fortunes changed their minds?
You're nothing but a sleeping quarry,
caught up in the snares that you yourself had lain.
But I am not your keeper
Don't call for me when you finally realize
No one's coming, so you'd better find some peace.

When you wash up
I will fold my hands
and contemplate the ways
to keep you in your place

Please tell me,
Why have you been mourning
since the day you really met yourself?
Well you and all your seething lowlife best friends
were lining up like sparrows on a wire,
Talking like the twelve Apostles
dressed in leather,
wandering the alleys,
clenching your fists
"Relax, it's just a business."

Your Maker was a servant
who plowed 'til he was swollen
and fell into the ground.

His phantom took the shape of
your seven years of labor
but you would not stay down.

I couldn't get you because you got me first.
You were a fixture
I must have been a fool.
I couldn't face you, because your face was mine.
But I will be long gone
before I take your side.

(When you wash up, I will fold my hands)
(And contemplate the ways)
Through all that pitch and resin
(To keep you in your place)
You were somehow still breathing
(To keep you in your place)

But why have you been mourning
(When you wash up, I will fold my hands)
Ever since we fixed your head
(And contemplate the ways)
We're nothin' but receding figures
(To keep you in your place)
Robbing each other of our final thoughts
(To keep you in your place)